Otter Creek memories

Amsu was sure to keep his eyes on the other’s face so that he could see what they were saying. Blackfeather Woods sounded interesting and he cupped his ears forward to show it. Dark and quiet didn’t sound exactly appealing to him, though the desert could be very quiet sometimes. It was the darkness that bothered him, something he was averse to.

’You could tell me more of your home, if you wished.’

Amsu gave a sad smile, glancing away. He hesitated, then asked, “What does this one want to know? There is much Amsu could tell her. The scenery, perhaps? Or about my family? My religion? Although not all are comfortable speaking of such personal matters.” He sighed, a long, heavy breath that seemed to let go some of his enthusiasm with it. “Or perhaps this one wants to know about the war—the reason Amsu left…” He glanced her way again with a curious if melancholy expression, asking her with his eyes what she wanted to hear.