Storm in the quiet

*Poser* · (This post was last modified: 04-14-2018, 04:31 PM by Poser.)

Auster. How he loved this continent and those that lived here. Poser's eyes were filled with light and life, moving his way back to the Aspen Dam. On his early trips here, he'd been able to find some felled branches of the white willow tree, the bark making the most fantastic poultice. Poser's aim was to find a bit more today, more to take home and cure properly to have on hand. Never too many things. Never knew what you would need.

As he arrives, Poser notices a woman atop the dam. That was an awfully good spot for perching, somewhere you could see the entire land for miles. Eyes carefully peeled for his target tree, he barked ever so softly. Aught not to sneak up on anyone here. Poser's tail wagged carefully as he moved toward the dam itself, head quirking to the side as he spoke. "Do you mind if I join you up there?" Ask permission of strangers, the wraith figured. He wasn't looking for confrontation today, no. Only for the bark of a willow tree.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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