Shadewood Revelation of a Revolution

She didn’t dally- he appreciated it as much whether she shifted or not, as he had nothing important to do today other than his patrolling. A smile, polite and welcoming, tinged his dark lips only enough for the gesture to be seen, but not enough to be overbearingly out there. “Amaya- it’s been a minute. Figured to talk to you and see what you’ve been up to.” He stood and rolled out a stretch, and then turned himself to fully regard her. 

The suave ave plush woman of grey and hushed cinnamon was nice, polite, and Cry respected that as well. Wondered idly if this conversation would make her more comfortable with him, or push her further away.

”Would you happen to know much of children, Amaya? I figured it would be better to know than not,” his baritones lightly explained.