Fairspell Meadow And a black car that matches your blackest soul

He was tall, and his fur was pale. Those were the first things Melody noticed about the man who approached her, but as she stopped to observe him, she noticed more: that his eyes were gilded and intense, that his posture and musculature spoke of a hard life, that he smelled of others and other places she didn't know. Intrigued, she stepped back from the bush she'd been nosing through and offered a warm smile.

Hi, Melody glanced to the berries, then back to him. After these? Surely he hadn't stopped just for her. Or had he? She flushed slightly at the thought, and told herself she was overthinking it.