Fox's Glade ocean eyes

her frail heart throbbed for a moment. she wasn't sure if perhaps he'd agreed out of pity, but regardless, she was warmed inside out. the loneliness she was beginning to feel was permanent, would be put to rest for a while. with a gentle nod, and trying to hide a smile that might have just warmed sage eyes, she rose to begin gliding across the snow. 

the presence beside her was larger, solid, strong. but not as intimidating now, she thought, as they walked side by side. aimlessly—she had no true direction. just eager to have his company, if only for a little while. where she left small prints in the snow, his nearly swallowed them. 

her eyes gleamed, flitting to meet his, filled with surprise. "it's beautiful. vast and never ending, stretching behind the horizon...the beaches are soft with white sand, and the air thick with salt." she began to ramble, almost excitedly so, a wistful lilt. "we used the sea for its fish, but i was always fascinated by it, for its beauty. when i was a little girl, i used to dream about following the ocean's tide to see where it'd take me."

winselt paused, exhaled a soft, sheepish giggle. ears turned sideways upon realization she'd been talking up a storm. "sorry, i get a bit carried away. just a bit homesick, i suppose." she murmured. but strangely—talking with him about home hadn't felt so bad. 

her steps were light, graceful. she peered up at him for a moment, eyes lingering on strong features. "where did you grow up?"