The Heartwood heilig

his question felt nearly toying in nature.

as if she was a wayward child or even some sort of vermin, lost and awaiting for the big jaws to clamp down on her. he drew closer though and she still did not turn away. there was little need to as of now.

if he was guardian of this place, this was his job to perform and she would not deny him.

even when he dared to nickname her.

nothing. she answered mildly, an accent clingy loosely to her words. it is minne. not little patchwork.