Luneshale Pass lonely bones

he said nothing, just the barest flick of an ear to acknowledge her words. his stillness stretched, unbroken, though not uncomfortable. the woman spoke, filled the silence with her musings, and he let her. she didn’t demand answers, and he wasn’t one to offer them freely.

her presence didn’t press on him, didn’t irritate like others might. he could live with it.

when the quiet settled once more, he finally shifted, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence with a single word.

roan.