Bearclaw Valley Rubadubdub

Moments passed and he stood steady. This silent pause between them, a natural state for Drust.

Eventually she mustered the strength to look his way, and he gazed intently into the dark pools of her eyes. A sense of sincerity emanated from her, and an appealing shade of rose blossomed across her face. Striking him. Sending a current down his spine and fueling the passive sway of his tail.

Until again she averted her gaze. Why?

More opaque utterances left her lips, questioning. But what?

Longing to catch her gaze once again, he set down the leaf pouch and eyed the trinket. Lifting it up and holding it out for her.