Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

a subtle shift came over wraen; arcturus hid his alarm, but watched her well. he had not seen her bite her lip before, for one. for two, while he had tentatively opened the door to what was the path to a very open discussion, wraen's lack of a direct response was the metaphorical equivalent of that door being firmly shut.

he was not hurt by that, for he recognized that wraen often played her cards close to her chest -- but the ever so slight change in her demeanor perplexed him for long after. rounding his shoulders as wraen admitted she was not afraid of the future (oh, he was terrified of it), arcturus nodded at her suggestion and rose. "sure - we could play thousand questions with her -- but i get dibs on the first question." arcturus' brow rose with a slight arch, an easy grin coming to his features as he happily bounded after wraen.

when you come down to take me home
send my soul away