Deepwood Weald [M] Deep in the Shadows

“Alright, well, let’s go, Grandpa. I will keep a slow pace for you to keep up!” She said with a wink his way. It was her way of showing him affection without being sickeningly obvious. An arms-length way of flirting kept a comfortable distance.

Someday, it would become easier to be comfortable feeling any sense of positive life shift, but her mind wanted so desperately to protect itself, to encase herself in the shadows and nightmares she dwelled within in her loneliness.

But, here with Hashut, she felt the shift, and she found herself wanting to stay in it. For however long he would allow. There was an undercurrent of anxiety swimming in her veins, but she shook herself to dispel as much as she could. Could there really be something good in this world, good enough to stay, and want to stay in her life?