Wapun Meadow and I've got one foot in the door

"eulie dawn, huh?" the name suits her. pretty and whimsical, just the way she carries herself. "'s a fine name. i'm dolce." though he wondered if the songbird would stay around long enough to even remember it. it doesn't matter, not really, but...

he likes her company. calm, quiet, soft. a luxury not meant for a man like himself, but one he will selfishly indulge for a little while longer. before he knows it, he's settling down with a solid grunt. stretching scarred limbs before he's comfortable enough. letting the quiet only broken by her pretty voice and her bird-friends chatter. 

what do they sing about you? he exhales a small huff, the corners of his lips pulling into a fleeting smirk. "prolly nothin' worth listenin' to, i'd wager. songs made about men like me ain't pretty." 

he wondered then, for just a moment, if she'd spin a new tune for him. one that wasn't so dreadful and dull. "reckon' i'll stick around for a bit, if that's alright with you."