The Heartwood blackwound

Sayf… ‘n Tremel…ia. The rugged man nodded his head with a thoughtful frown. Her name was spoken with a long drawl. It was clear he’d never heard a name much like that one. Didn’t mean there was anything wrong with it, but Reno would struggle to draw it from his lips if they were to continue talking. Hope ya don’t mind if I call ya Mel? It was still a piece of her name, after all. Not like some nicknames that weren’t even close. 

The two of them danced out into the rain. If the cowboy didn’t know any better, he’d have thought them a pair. It was curious that he’d been invited along. Reno wasn’t all too aware of the changes in the world. Most pairs in Stillwater stayed paired with each other monogamously, through hell or high water, through the worst of each other. Til death… but Reno had also seen many of those types turn on each other’s throats. 

Reno followed out into the rain. He trotted easily to draw near the slight man - Sayf - and bumped his shoulder gently to the other figure. A playful crinkle of his eye and a small chuckle followed. To the lady, Reno smiled toothily.