Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

She wished for eyes of autumn upon her now.

Instead it is a gaze colored like the warmth of prey. Rich and red. The man was not violent, far from it truthfully, yet he oozed the brand of masculinity that came from warriors. She thought of the men back home that hunted and fought for whatever need be.

The thought did not soften her as much as she had wished it to.

Whatever he had said fell upon deaf ears. Hardly listening when so lost in thought and, for the first time, yearning for Sega’s company.

She blinked in what could be considered a response. Then a slow, tentative and curious step closer. Only the one, only to see who he’d be to her.