Sun Mote Copse There is no Happiness

Artok chuckled. AT least you can admit it. That's the first step. I wandered for years though, before i realized. So you're doing better than me.

Artok gently preened at the other's shoulder and neck. Little burrs of pleasure in his throat at the brief touches.

Perhaps a bit. The old man spoke softly. He didn't wish to say much else, the implication clear in his throat. He was not a man of sentiments, so even though he didn't say much, i twas more than any other would get.