Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

Hmm... I suppose I am passing through. Same as you, I presume?His head returned to its proper axis. Carrying on without waiting for an answer, Just walking away from the godforsaken desert.

A grimace set upon his face. His gaze looking past the cloaked woman and into his own mind. Recollection replacing the rolling green field and fresh sea air with a golden expanse. Air rippling under the weight of the sun's rays. Sand underfoot threatening to set him alight. Voice embittered as he murmured, Anywhere is better than that dried up wasteland.

He snapped to the present. Tensing with a sharp intake of air. Eyes sweeping of the raven like form of the stranger. Inky pelt reminding him of a certain owl-eyed imp. A twitch at the corners of his mouth pulled his lips into a wry smile. If only he knew that this woman too had a less than desirable moniker for him.

I trust you're enjoying your jog? Or, at least were.