Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Fig pondered her comment about wanting to visit the West for a moment. His initial reaction had been to offer to take her one day. More specifically, to confess how he’d love to show it to her. That reaction surprised him and got his mind wondering. First borderline flirting, and now this? What was he thinking? When had the switch flipped in his mind from thinking of her as a random stranger to …what?

Baffled as he was by his reactions to her, he was quiet for longer than he’d intended to be, so most of what she said went without response other than a nod until they arrived at their destination, a cozy nest beneath the long, sweeping arms of willow trees. Very… secluded.

”My family is mostly at Moonspear now,” Fig answered finally, ”We have… a complicated relationship.” He smiled in an attempt to reassure her (or perhaps himself) that it was fine. ”How are things going for you?” he asked, alluding to their last conversation as he settled onto his haunches to rest, as she’d suggested.