Golden Glade skylark

He introduced himself with a name she rolled through her mouth, tasting the syllables as she began to painfully walk after him. Antiquated pink watched the larger man, her eyes traveling to the distant horizon when he asked her of her time alone.

How long had it been? 

She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt safe, but by her guess, it had been-

Four changes of the moon. She answered shakily.

I… Another painful swallow.

I am Faun.

She was. It was who she had to be.