Larksong Grotto white fog

he didn't.

her smile faltered, but she allowed him to part from her. she didn't move away, nor get any closer. instead, she looked down at the undergrowth and raised up a paw to feel a long blade of grass.

i sense something in you, she said quietly, it's okay if you don't. you will in time, if you practice communicating with her.

she wasn't surprised that he hadn't — this strange man who had probably never stopped to look around him a day in his life. that tattered around the edges type, the ones who burn holes right through you. but she loved his eyes; she saw so much in them.

you probably think i'm crazy, right?