Hushed Willows panacea

Hallo, Stjornuati replied, his voice low and hushed, a match to this ethereal place. If only his reason for being so quiet was as simple as reverence for the locale; he spoke again, this time stepping closer to meet the blonde and brown woman in the middle, mouth placed nearer her ears so the his volume could drop into almost nothingness. You are being hunted. His head pulled back, dark eyes meeting hers; his meaning should be obvious. It was not he who hunted her but a different creature all together. You are aware?