Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

arcturus had not a whit of impatience to betray, for he felt none as he listened, enraptured by wraen's ability to weave stories to life. he marveled at her command of words, was in awe of her imagination -- and in the end, when the story was over, he longed for another.

and another, and another. his appetite for the yarns wraen commanded was gradually growing, though he had yet to know. he found her most recent story to perhaps be the most relatable -- the black wolf, in some ways, reminded him darkly of his sister. in some ways, he corrected himself inwardly.

yet it was time to go, and story time had sadly drawn to a close. arcturus stood and looked into wraen's eyes for a long moment, summoning the courage to do what his mind and heart compelled him to do. "goodbye, wraen." briskly, compelled by his own anxiety about his plans, arcturus planted a light and hurried kiss to wraen's cheek.

he withdrew bashfully and quick, but his heart soaring -- and it remained that way for the rest of his walk home.