Sleepy Fox Hollow and so i enter into evidence

poet's stomach does a little swoop that his promise does not bring forth a very reassuring start. he understands. they were lofty promises, but as a southern gentleman he took them seriously. once made, they might as well be signed by his own blood.

his weight shifts, ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop his skull, his eyes never straying from her.

the seconds tick by; achingly until she speaks again. she lays her cards on the table. expectations, followed by her name. fiona. they weren't anything unreasonable, her conditions. it's a deal, poet agrees. poet. the name's poet.