Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Milan wasn't the only one saddened by the parting, but she was right. They should both be heading home, now. Frederick smiled, though, before he spoke: You'll be seeing me again, don't worry, a jest accompanied with his classic grin. And I hope to see yourself, Milan. Safe travels. He dipped his head towards her, standing for a second, two seconds, before he turned, heading north back to the creek.

This would not be the last time they interacted; he knew. He just had to be patient. She'd be expecting him in a few days. Federick was left smiling, seemingly having been drawn out of his shell by the lovely lass.