Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

She felt a little heat rise to her cheeks beneath his eyes. Was this flirting? He is handsome- incredibly so, and she’d always enjoyed playful exchanges. But some part wonders if spending the day with this man might upset Fig. They were not explicitly eachother’s, even if she craved to be despite a flimsy ego that refused to ask for so bold a thing outright. She supposses if their roles were reversed she’d claw out the eyes of any woman who dares look his way.

Kinloch has such lovely, deep chestnut eyes. She resolves to tread a little more carefully, just in case.

“A wise choice,” she grins but quickly directs away to a parting through the trees. “I know all the best places.”