Deepwood Weald histriophoca

he called to her and she stopped, turned, and waited until he had come closer.

something about the way he deliberately watched her face was unsettling; it was a moment she hadn't expected from him, and she couldn't discern why she disliked it so much. her own eyes flit around at the dark a moment, but she settled to his serious tone.

we have never practiced any harvest.

it was her turn to look confused, perplexed; she did not hide it at all, as she never hid anything when she felt it.

something about the way he stared at her made sulukinak worried about what to say, so she held her tongue, except to half-heartedly say, okay.

was that enough? he wanted a promise but she wasn't sure she could give it. her ears went back, and she seemed to shrink.