Qeya River her mother doesn't approve

He was never far and so it was to be expected that he'd be here. Melted into the snow right from her thoughts. His company would always be welcomed, though.

Except as his eyes watched the lands before returning to her, hers watched him fully. Fondness and adoration. Concern and worry.

What's on your mind?

Her pale moon gaze drifted out to the lands beyond the river. The streams, the woodlands. She wondered if his thoughts might appear there. As if she could pluck them up without him having to speak.