Whitebark Stream rotten apples

as aerasha is currently inactive, i'll leave this slightly vague so you can decide whether you want it to just fade out here or continue <3

Taut; he felt his body tense at her touch, muscles rigid as the daydream reclined against his side - so guileless, warped in innocence. Singlehandedly, with merely the graze of her skin against his, the woman had rendered him speechless. Sick with apprehension, deep in his gut, at the presence of such proximity, affection; comforted, too. An anomalous concoction, it didn't quite make sense.

But nothing here did, truly. He didn't reject it.

Again her voice lulled into his ear, a tread like silk, and the traveller inclined a silver chin toward her own, enraptured in contemplation. Who was he? Perhaps she anticipated another answer of riddles, but as enigmatic as he might appear, the man was no illusion. Perhaps he might simply will himself to be. "Soltero." came the reply, steeled in a tongue of smoke. He was out of riddles. Nothing more fell from his lips, and smaragdine eyes peered up toward the skies, allowing himself to be ensnared by the low chirp of wildlife, the benign sway of the breeze, as it began to hush into sleep.

For now, he was content. And so, he hoped, was she.