Dragoncrest Cliffs remembering when you were mine

If she had desired silent company, he would have obliged. If she had wished to spin stories for him, he would have listened until the end of the day settled upon them and then some.

He was, perhaps, a bit too keen to leave a good impression upon her.

She provided an outlet from his thoughts and feelings though. A peculiar question with a word he could not place to any certain thing.

No. A soft shake of his head. Although he remained silent, he hoped the curiosity in his single word would beckon her to continue on.