Qeya River gluttony

Amalia wondered at the implication as well. There had been no denial when she had realized the gentle wolf in front of her was handsome in his own way. Though there was also a rough and tumble cowboy that had wormed his way, but was it so wrong to share two spaces? Her auntie had, her grandfather had been absolutely apalled, she remembered. He had found out, what was it again. She shook her head, memories leaving. She had been young and barely listening and such thoughts did not belong here, they were for musing alone.

Amalia smiled at his gentle nature and nudged him. I know. I traveled for almost a year by myself until i came here.

It had given her a different outlook and had been peaceful certainly, but also lonely. So very lonely.

would you come with me and sit with me in the silence? Maybe? She asked hopeful, tentative.