She beckons him with a playful look, the silkiness in her voice drawing the brightness from his teal eyes as he stops his circles and stands in front of her. “Well,” His tail swishes across each speckled hip and his glassy stare casts out toward the Chamber, to the northeast. “It's that way.” He chuckles and shakes, the ground rumbling with the vibrations and swirls of dust curling and dissipating all around him. “The Village isn't somewhere you can describe in words, only in vision, lass.” He winks to her and steps off to the side. “I tell you what, Miss Mezanix, if you do not like it then I will escort you wherever – or at least you're free to do whatever, as you were before we ever met eyes. I don't claim beating hearts as my own.” He takes a few more steps toward home and looks back, craning his muscled neck over his spotted back. “It is not very far.” He looks back toward the horizon, watching a murmur of starlings swell and dip and spin across the evening light. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
