The Sentinels Flower, gleam and glow

She shook her head, I cannot tell. These scars can last a few years if not decades. Only those who witnessed it could tell us when. I am not from here, so your guess is as good as mine. She winked at him, unaware of his own thought patterns.

Do you call a place home? Or, are you a traveling tramp? She chuckled at her attempt at a joke. Her attention on him now, she looked him over with curiosity. He reminded her of a snow covered mountain underneath the flaming sun. His features were what she would consider pretty—he would probably fill out a little more as he grew, and make a find partner for when his time came.

It made her think of herself—she reached maturity not too long ago and have felt the tiny pull to seek a mate. Not now, for her mind was set on establishing this place. But, maybe someday when all is settled.