Swiftcurrent Creek Andaran atish’an

The youth filled like a lawn chair. Arric was both pleased and frankly a little disappointed. He was feeling a bit claustrophobic, antsy. A little bit of a fight would have helped ease some of that.

Though the males next words drew him pause and he realized how young he was. And had it been any other time and a different situation. He would have laughed. As such his eye twitched and he tampered the urge down. The youth was still trespassing.

If you didn't want attacked. You shouldn't have trespassed. Are you nose blind?

Blue eyes sparking with indignation and a small dose of anger.