Dreamland
01-05-2016, 09:35 PM
It'd been awhile since his last real encounter with Lillianna. She'd seen her, more than a few times - and he'd even talked to her briefly at the meeting. He'd only translated a word for her, and that certainly couldn't be considered a conversation. Luckily, it seemed she hadn't been fighting over Finch.. not that Finch had really been present, as of late, and it had been easy to keep her out of his mind, for the most part. Not that their last talk didn't still bother him. Lark was stubborn. Always had been.. likely always would be. In fact, it bothered him so much that he visibly bristled when he caught whiff of her scent, as he was wandering through the thicket. He'd been fairly relaxed, but found his aimless pace slowing and his brows pulling tightly together as he moved toward her. She seemed.. careless. Laying in the sun, without a worry in the world. Had she even noticed the sound of his approach? "Stupid place to lay," he muttered as he gazed at her. The thicket wasn't particularly dangerous at this time of the year, though he knew the underbrush could get pretty uncontrollable once summer came. An easy place to ambush someone, most definitely. |
