The water is cold on his dry throat, feels good going down. Delicious mountain water, Beqanna water – oh what a wild and pure place it is, hidden away. It is an odd population here on this land, in this world, and it’s beauty is unmatched, its uniqueness unequal to any others. Even with the plethora of paces though, he loved the Riverlands the best so far. Hyaline was decent, but the River has always been his favored haunt. Her voice rides the burble of tumbling water so easily it could have been mistaken for the swoop of a hawk or the fleeing clatter of a deer’s feet. He sees her there so clearly though, he knows it was a voice; something about apples. His ears flip forward, water dribbling from his grin. What a deliciously beautiful creature… Her wings out and her feathers filtering through the crystalline water, she was a beautiful sight to behold really…and he’s seen quite a few gorgeous women in his time trolling the streets. “Oh,” his voice is bold and deep, “Under the oak there are some piles left for us.” He says this so deliberately, as if she’ll just know. “But really I know a good stash of trees just south of here if you’re reeelly looking for some good apples..” He chuckles to himself, half serious because he really does know a stash but also he’s got little interest in going there at the moment. “What’s your name?” his voice comes through a smirk, his teal eyes hidden behind his chunky black bangs while he watches her carefully. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Solace]