Ouroboros Spine Into the mystic

The unfamiliar voice of a man turned one of her ears back.

Samani breathed softly, releasing the feeling of being watched. As her jade eyes swung around and focused on the roguish agouti male, she understood why he might have approached. The man smelled of the spine, even of her mother. His tone had suggested that he was merely curious, checking to make sure that one of the village’s children was not causing harm to herself, or risking it.

The question he had asked would likely not need an answer, but the girl did not wish to feel scolded by a member of the village she’d never met. All the same, she nodded her head curtly to him, not yet meeting his gaze with her own.

Yes, the young girl answered with only the hint of a smile on her features. But it is fine.

Samani offered the man a flickering smile – an expression that did not quite reach the glittering jewels of her eyes. She was safe, she knew as much. The cold wave in her eyes moved to him and searched his features for a sign that she might have seen him before, in the background of Moonglow.