Golden Glade don quixote

I'm fortunate then to have found you!
He sounded pleased, but there was the underlying darkness in his voice that proved he did not fully trust, ever.
The sky had begun to spit rain. Neizan could hear it on the remaining leaves, like little feet running from surface to surface, sometimes all at once and sometimes interspersed. It would pick up as they moved through the woods.
If she is not there, I do not know what I will do. He admitted as the quiet fell between them, and the racing upon the leaves grew more furious. First my daughter, now my wife. Women, sí, they are like chickens without heads sometimes.
More useful that way, too, he thought darkly.