Bramblepoint the beat of the song

Zeal found his way to the rich woodland, hoping for something promising within the vast tangle of brambles. This place was as bountiful as any he had passed through, though more secretive, and the scent of new seasons and new beginnings thick in the air.

There was another scent too, one that brought him to pause and savor it. The pewter man raised his head to search the perimeter of the forest for the culprit, a beckoning song catching his ears. He shrugged and gave his frame a stretch to relieve the new insistent pull, but it did not go, and so he followed after, a new beat to his steps.

A soft huff announced his presence, and he stood regarding the muted silvery woman where he had spotted her form as she wove through the trees. "Where are you going?" he questioned bluntly, an admiring glint in his eyes.