Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

Penn wasn’t surprised in the least when she rejected his invitation. He’d figured out in the road that Fenn had apparently lost all interest in things like joy or happiness. Penn didn’t know what to make of it, but he didn’t spin his wheels too much over it. It was what it was, and he was what he was. He would handle it his own way.

”Oh, that’s just silly,” Penn said with a smirk and a shake of his head, ”Suit yourself though.”

With that, he turned and closed the couple of yards remaining between himself and the creek. At its deepest, the creek was perhaps three to four inches deep and only two or so Penn-lengths wide, give or take. Not really ideal for swimming, but that was just fine for the Blackthorn. With an eager little yip, Penn hopped on in and began to splash about—dancing here and there like a puppy, sometimes dropping into the water and rolling to splash it all about himself.