Raven's Watch Souärr

“Bracken,” she tests slowly on the tongue only to draw out each syllable in soft reverence and envisaging the dark woodland from which she might have sprung.
“I like your eyes.” Ayovi smiles next, nosing at the snow and blinking into the kind auburn, the true depths of which are only visible up close like this.
“Where is home?” There were others borne on the earthy coat— but they were only faint. Old.