Fairspell Meadow bleak midwinter

That worked.

She heard a roll of satisfaction across his tongue. Perched across his vision, a little hum quickly touched her lips. "If you must." Forming to a brisk stand, her flank turned to him and her direction shifted.

Her attention, however, was far from gone. "Should you make the trip, yeah?" A series of mouthy, sadistic, playful laughter.