Serpent Lake Cinnamon girl

He told himself it was 'cause she looked like Jovi, and like his own precious girls, to a certain extent. The truth was that she didn't — not really. The similarities were superficial, and then erased entirely when she opened her eyes and did not turn at once into a shrieking wyvern. Fuck, he missed her! And he could pretend it was in missing her that he wanted to be close to this woman who was decidedly not her. But maybe it was that. Maybe. It was awful lonely without her — as is ever so on the road — and if he just thought about how much he missed her, could she really blame him for getting turned around? It was her own fault, really —

It wasn't, though. It was her scent, which really needn't have been anything but female to drive him to distraction this time of year. He couldn't help it — he was a family man, really.

"Ringo," he replied. He didn't think Jovi knew about that name just yet. This would never get back to her, and what did she care if he had a chat now and then, anyway? But she'd think the worst, so he gave her an alias.

"What's yours?" he asked her. And, more importantly: "What are you doing out here all alone?"

He was concerned. Just. Concerned.