Deepwood Weald two smokes

Marina whipped her tail away from her husband with an affronted giggle and a playful snap of her teeth toward him. She moved to kiss his cheek at once, though her eyes held mock-scolding. How rude, She chastised, and kissed him again.

Yet her expression turned serious quickly; thoughtful.

There was no trace of Dutch anywhere. I searched for days. It's odd, isn't it? The way he appeared - the way he disappeared.

She let the thought linger in the air, quiet for now.