Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

the familiar figure of the pale siren had caught his attention the same moment she had let her foreign greeting mix into the morning air. he turned, a cheeky smile stretching to the corner of his lips as she touched his side. "you wish", he teased as he drank in her scent, his brow arched with curiosity as he glanced to his side.

"been on an adventure?" he asked, the faint, unfamiliar perfume of forests leaving him wondering if she had been inland since their last encounter.