Ouroboros Spine [m] why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?

He turned towards her with smiles and devilry dancing in his orange eyes. Wicked this way comes they say. 

He was one of those men who held an otherworldy grace, feline like. Rough edges and bloody knuckles, a sniff when they came near. A raised brow. 

All these things she could see him doing. A boy with a chip on his shoulder and whole wide world to raize.

She smiled easily, softly. A gentle upturning of maw. And shook her head. 

I do often when I can't sleep. I'm Ajei. The water calms me.