Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

marten returned to her comment with another soft smile and a flick of a pale ear. i'll consider it home, he says, tail waving gently as he motions for her to lead him... somewhere. into the territory, or maybe to part, either way. marten didn't mind the company, he'd been rather lonely lately. we'll see as winter comes, he adds, not commenting on his happiness, do you have anywhere else in mind -- if it doesn't work out? he thinks that that's a good idea.

he wants to tell her that he's very good at offering guidance, if she wants it... but is that a strange thing to offer to a stranger? well, almost perfect stranger. he feels like it is. and besides, it's not like they're that far apart in age -- what does he really know that she doesn't? no matter how worldly indra always said he was, marten figures it isn't relevant anymore.