[/html]She smiled, a reaction that gave him a bit of confidence. He had not be unsure about his words, but the positive reaction caused the male to grow more certain around her as they walked. The landscape turned from wooded to meadow to forest as they wandered along, their thoughts centered on their conversation and on one another. He was sure that he enjoyed her company, and was growing more and more curious to know what her relationship with Cypress was. He was his brother of course, it was only natural to want to know who his friends were.
Her question caused Oak to return to his visit to the winter festival, and to the wanderings of the free lands. Loners, and a few merchants at the festival. I traded a doe for this carved dagger. He took the blade from his thin belt and paused in his step in case she wished to look at it. The sun carving on one side reminded him of the stories his mother had once told him as a pup, and the other side, a thick tree spoke of his own self.
Interesting though? … Its hard to compete with home. He looked up from the blade to the gray and silver woman with a small smile. You should learn to fish. he commented, but then back tracked quickly in the hopes he did not offend her, If you don’t know already. You may like it…