Fox's Glade Get nothing done

His eyes flicked across the glade. Bugs flying up from under his feet. Sunlight dancing before him.
A cloud drifted across the sun, momentarily dimming the area before being sprung back into brightness.
But what hath the heavens dropped before him, but a youth.
Planted him square before his eyes and bathed him in light, delicately letting him sip from the pool.

He grinned, dipping his head and sweeping his cloak behind him, drew himself ​closer to the boy.
He silently grinned to the dark chocolate male before dipping his head to sip the water too.
Oh, the things he could only dream of.

He lifted his head, "What' yer name?" He asked, water dripping from his chin.