Fox's Glade Conflict

Milan was glad to join him. Settling down next to the ivory wall of a man she rested her head on the boulder, eyes looking upwards to settle on his. The creek was not far - they would see each other. She knew that. The thought of him living so close by brought her comfort.

"You're a good man, Frederick. One of the better one's I know." Milan knew plenty of bad men. Men that had made her cautious, scared - and Frederick was not one of them. He was like a refreshing breeze after the hot, burning hellfire she had come from.

Some fear had been felt upon their first meeting, fear that was quick to melt and dissipate as he spoke to her. He had been kind, generous. She wished to treat him the same.