Duck Lake The city, the crowd is fading, moving on

Her icy eyes found him, pinning on his own. Cambria held her gaze, watching as her lips curved into a pleasant smile. His own expression remained cool and impassive, though one white ear twitched at her cordial query. He wasn’t much of one for small talk, though before he could even think of some clever riposte, she posed another question.

A beat of silence stretched before Cambria replied, I’m resting. He paused, glancing at their surroundings before returning his inquisitive gaze to her face. Are you out here by yourself, he wondered, or is anybody else with you?