Sun Mote Copse There is no Happiness

Artok chuckled. I've traveled most of my life youngling. I am content to stay near here, now. Die here if I must.

There was no denying Artok was old, probably too old to be messing around with such a youngling as this, but Artok never did anything based on anyone elses's rules or regulations. It was what had made him, well him.

An ear tilted forward as Artok continued to preen the young lover with gentle ministrations and his mind traced over time and place. I promised Arlette I would stay near. Her grandmother saved me. I owe that debt to Arlette and she's too sweet for the likes of around here. Where have you settled?