Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

he was such a fool. of course sarah did not wish a saccharine, romantic courtship. playfully, within his head, he blamed the aura of fragrance that surrounded her, hindering his very thoughts. "i do not mind being a rock," the general mused openly. "but i suppose i am vain. a little. i vould not like to be a plain rock."
his head swam; he kept his footing, body tensing somewhat.
"you are far from home?" he asked after the woman, wondering how many miles she had meandered with her time blossoming into the air.