Black Morass upon restlessness;

and he wondered if that meant she did not wish for that world.

what world did she dream of? a life of servitude to the nocturnal royals? he supposed someone had to do it. there would always be uppers and lowers.

he might have been content to be silent, to think himself a foolish man to have even asked! yet she graced him with something warmer. he dared to meet her eyes now. green and vibrant. so awfully different from all the red and orange the world around him had seemed to hold lately.

learn from them, i hope. a glimmer of humor from him now. say my hunting leaves me on a long trail of travel. if i know how to save things — or what berries are sweet — then i will not worry so much.