Silverlight Terrace Kept inside I won't let go

His awkwardness was endearing, while at the same time, strikingly youthful. She watched as he sat back, then mirrored the movement, wondering if he intended to sit and have a longer conversation than "hello I'm so and so nice to meet you"; she would not mind if that was the case. Pleasure, Azon. His short silence did not bother her, instead picking up the opportunity to ask after him.

Do you live around ehre? She could not smell a pack lacing his furs, but he could have been a scout. Even if he wasn't, he may live on his lonesome by choice, picking an area nearby to hole up in.