Nova Peak End Game

As their eyes locked a second time Riley’s jaw tightened. He too averted his gaze, albeit reluctantly — what if she planned something?

But the distance between them was appreciable enough his nerves settled.

Did she mean to go past him? Their species did not always savor confrontation; in this moment Riley desired none of it. His shoulders softened as he stepped from the trail, struggling to mask the limp in his step. She seemed to be measuring him now — she stood a little taller, her eyes sharp even from this distance.

Realizing she’d spoken, it took Riley a moment to process her accusation, and then compose his reply. Looking down at a frond of goldenrod, Riley shook his head. No.