Broken Antler Fen they say he's changed

Her voice echoed his own, and he came closer, noticing with a small jolt how hers mingled on the breeze. Instinct pulled him closer. She allowed his approach, her coat glinting like the sun until his shadow fell across it. He gave a soft, questioning exhalation. He wanted to be close to her, but not if she did not will it so. 

And so, they danced, a word and a step at a time.

The words she spoke were unfamiliar to his ears. "This place?" he questioned. "Seems empty now. Except for us," His tone was low and relaxed.