Sleeping Dragon you are a walking candle

hope you're okay with a prophet <3

Sometimes, on days like today, he roamed.

He ventured and begged and prayed something worthwhile would come to his attention. A herd's movement, a wolf moving in a rogue state.

The Rise needed more, forever and always.

It was unfortunate that he found a cutting figure with more beauty than he cared to admit. It was easy to remind himself this was a trip of business. He had not come to woo wild women.

He would eye her from a distance, uncertain and wary. Fitting her figure to memory before he carried on his way.