Dragoncrest Cliffs remembering when you were mine

He welcomed her approach wholly.

That unknown word reached his ears and it might as well had been a beckon for his entire attention. Slowed in his pace as he turned his skull-painted face to see her. It was easier in the daylight to see how she contrasted him. Practically an inverted version with her own mask.

Sheepishly he looked away back towards the sky, a soft smile betraying the edges of his lips. He knew better than to stare.

Hello, He hummed. Deep and hoarse still. Care to join? He imagined she did, otherwise she would not be here, but it was polite to invite.