Silver Moraine three hammers

Soon enough, sharp eyes cut him out of the backdrop. It was hard to tell their color from this distance, though Cambria could feel that gaze like cool steel. He returned it, shifting into a neutral posture out of pure habit. His own expression was curious, perhaps morbidly so.

The yearling licked his lips, weighing his options. He could try speaking to the stranger, find out what he could, or he could turn and make his way back to the rise without engaging. Cambria didn’t enjoy small talk much, though he hadn’t minded chatting with @Waawaashkeshi or, of course, Etienne.

His insides warmed as he thought of his—“crush” seemed like such a puerile word but the Dragonling didn’t know any other. His cheeks flushed now, his eyes cutting away toward the maples almost without thinking. He’d felt fleeting attractions in his time, though nothing like this, and the intensity of his feelings made him embarrassed for himself. He barely knew the man!

He cleared his throat as his mismatched eyes drifted upward again, catching on the stranger’s. Had he moved? Did he want to stop and chat? Cambria stilled, doing his best to ignore the warm tingling of his skin.