Lion Head Mesa to carthage then i came

she responds to his question ...or tries to. he does not know that a part of her tongue is missing ...but he does not push and would not pry. after all, his shadow and him had, had a very brief but comfortable ( at least as far as he was concerned ) companionship existing on as few words as possible. the red-kissed young woman before him makes the ache worse, without ingram seemingly knowing why. a similarity in eye color; likely, he chalks it up to.

trying his best to ignore the continuing fluttering of his heart in his chest, ingram lets out a small noise somewhere between a cough and a sigh. though it does little to help.

me too. he offers, wondering if it'd been necessary. either way, it hung in the air between them. can you fight? he inquires next, his mind lingering on the terms of coming warfare and that a spar might be just the distraction he unknowingly sought.

their conversation was then short and with little else to do, ingram sunk back into skulking.