Kintla Flatlands cause i can stand to stay here, right where i am

What a shame. The girl only listened to his words with an almost regal air - despite there being nothing regal at all in this situation whatsoever. The autumn colored girl wondered in a long lost though, almost hoping, if she would ever be able to fill the void in her stomach that had been there since the day she abandoned Rhaesuial. 

Perhaps not, maybe she was doomed to live in the state of being for all eternity. 

The seasons would continue to change, but would she? Remaining still, her eyes only lingered on the antlers longingly before nodding her head for him to take it back. It was his, afterall. It would do nothing for her in the long-run. Rhaenys shook her head slowly at his flurry of words after processing them. “No, I don’t think there’s much here to actually tide me over.” She sniffed. “You smell of wolves - are you of a pack?”