Hushed Willows Trying to be religious, talking to the man

Abel’s life had turned to routine. And in its mundaneness came an occasional spark.

Several days began with a surge of energy, distant from him most days but not unknown. And in the hours he would put it to use with long strolls. He’d slowly familiarize himself with landmarks shown by the wood’s keepers. But the coming days slowed, and Abel found the willows losing their initial charm.

No matter, he thought. He’d come to realize joy was a flighty thing, and he’d no longer mourn its departure. Rather he’d find comfort in the stability that remained in Hearthwood, however long that may last.

Abel wandered through the territory again that day, without the observant glint in his eye. His mind came to him suddenly when he happened across the woman kind enough to provide him this respite.

Not wanting to startle her, Abel woofed softly to announce his presence.