Serpent Lake my own summer

Oh, what a shame. He reminded her somewhat of the statuesque girl he'd met only last night. All serious. Not a single drive for fun. Her mood significantly dampened. No longer did she have faith in this stranger, no. Now she was only fuelled by a drive to rest, then get back on the road in search for the fire-pelted prince.

No. She answered between sips. Her reply was curt. Sharp. Have you seen a man my age, taller, red? Hira looked up at the stranger once again. Should he reply with a no—and a no only—she would be on her way. Though if he wished to further entertain conversation, she would comply.

Or, would she? Probably. Maybe she could waste time from finding her brother. But if she went back to Siena empty-pawed, her father would not be happy. What. A. Shame.

Nonetheless, her ears were perked as to listen for what he would say next.