Honeyed Pasture nightking

Lionel seemed like a nice name for the absolute snack that stood across from her. The fiery young girl could hardly keep her eyes from wandering his figure, checking off each rise and fall of his youthful frame. There were portions of him that reminded her of Lucas, and she felt that swell of emotion as it swept through her, biting back the bitterness that had nipped at the back of her throat.
 
“I’m Piper Redleaf. Nice to meet you, Lionel. What’s got you roaming this part of the world?”
 
The wildfire introduced herself and then carried on, hoping to learn more about the stag and his purpose there. How would her mother feel knowing that her daughter stood there gawking openly at a man? She was an independent woman so let’s just calm the fuck down a little bit and see if we can screw our head back on, huh Piper?