Hushed Willows all alone

Lorcan listened. He always did. He was good like that— but it really came down to if the brooding man cared at all. He would bite for Pala's problems of a school girl for the moment. Surely.

He tilted his head, feigning deep thought. Well, lucky for you, pebbles are pretty good at rolling away when mountains get too close.

His tail swayed lazily behind him, clearly enjoying her frustration more than he probably should. But hey, if he doesn’t get over it, maybe you’ll end up the most famous pebble in the vale. He shrugged, his tone light and irreverent. Could be worse.

He glanced at her sidelong, his grin widening. So, tell me, what’s your type then, oh wise pebble? Surely not all mountains are off the table.