Golden Glade illumination

his shoulders tense, a soldier painfully at attention as she draws nearer. but she brushes past, a barest, feather-light brush of her fur against him. confusion makes its home upon his facial features, head and gaze following her until he is forced to turn to watch her; to consider.

but the clock ticks quickly; a rapid countdown that leaves jameson without much time to weigh the pros and cons.

but his curiosity is a powerful thing and it bids him to follow; and so he does.

he tells himself it's because its what his battle-buddy would command him to do. to become the watcher. to learn what he could, while he could. jameson tells himself this but it feels more like an attempt to cover the fact that there is something wildly magnetic and enigmatic about her.