Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

dainty, malleable.
she was a songbird of all things; cressed with blonde and heavenly hues. it had the barbarian taking a step out of the shadows, the darkness washing away with a sickening battle from the rays of light above from the settling sun.
but he said nothing.
traipsing steps, he sought the boulder that she leaned against, ear taut, she may not have heard him. nonetheless, his mirrored her, only a foot away, putting his ear to the stone.
staunch figure, towering hers, he seemed to only have an interest in her. with those beaming golden eyes, sunhewn furs, he couldn't look away. there was much here, much for him to gawk forth. and he welcomed it plainly, with asha's disappearance, there was no greater comfort than what a woman could offer him.