Jade Fern Grove the broken, beating heart

a tall freckled ear flicked.

consideration and amusement. she had no rule clue what this guy wanted to do here. maybe he wanted a place of warriors. maybe he wanted some sort of spiritual cult.

maybe he just wanted a home and she was sour.

think so?

and she found that sudden sense of selfishness, of an ego too big to ask for help.

she craned her head to the side, only stealing sidelong glances at most now.