Meadowlark Prairie waiting on the planet to turn to me, dark side

arsenio would do well to not trust qiao too closely; like anything else in the world, she was only ever knowable to herself. she liked this man for what he presented her with - easy going company and amusing anecdotes; surely there was a darker side to him, as there was to her, that she was not yet aware of.

he grew up on the slopes of a mountain home near a dark sea. how extraordinary a vision he must have seemed, a flame of red against a backdrop of dark stone and stormy waters. no wonder he had not felt at home. "why's that?" qiao questioned, the corners of her lips gently pulled up in a light expression: "too clever for the simple country folk? or run out for sleeping with the pretty little maid?"