Greatwater Lake someone’s taking over

Phox couldn't say he was particularly excelling at the whole "dating" thing, but he sure was trying! Amalia hadn't come around, and neither had Reverie, but he assumed they were just taking their time. No sense in rushing things, he reminded himself. Besides, it wasn't like he was planning to get hitched and start popping out kids with his new wife next week. No, no. He wanted to take things much more slowly this time around. Date a few gals, figure out which one really struck his fancy, then wait until next year to start a family with her.

He wasn't used to roaming so freely away from home, but he thought it was something he could get used to, if given enough practice. The last however many months had been spent at Mereo, and before that wandering aimlessly searching for Niamh, and before that, stuck at home. Maybe it was better to have a healthy mix of being at home and visiting the nearby sights. At least for now.

When the snow began to fall faster and heavier, Phox headed toward where he knew some trees to be. It looked like it was going to be like this for awhile, and he didn't want to be traveling in it. Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised—but he most certainly was—when he found somebody had the same idea as he had.

Oh, sorry. Do you mind if I huddle under here with you for a bit? Just until it clears up a bit. She was small, red, and a lady~ Maybe this wasn't the worst way to meet date-material.