Cedar Sweep he eats the whole chicken wing, bone and everything

most interesting. a response the sylph was not often accustomed to. she leveled him a long look, though her eyes did not challenge him. instead, it appeared as if she were somehow drinking of him, or pondering a long and distant tale.

a wry expression made a slit in her countenance, yet it was no more permanent than the flash of a star across the horizon. "you thrive at night? why is that?" her interest had been piqued, and she was uncouth enough to make personal matters her own business -- despite the courtesy behemoth had afforded her.