Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction
06-05-2019, 01:32 PM
Samara remained silent as her gaze washed over him, she had striking blue eyes that caused his face to flush yet again. Rhyme shook himself internally, he was getting to be an old man who shouldn’t be ogling pretty young women in distress like her. He remained still as she limped up to him and delicately placed herself at his side. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as her light weight settled against him. He tore his gaze away from her and set his sights on the trees where he’d let her rest.
The going would indeed be slow, but the self-named man had no complaints to offer. She was no more a burden than a feather and her soft fur pressed against him more than pleasant. Attempting to get him mind off her proximity as they walked he’d attempt to get to know her. ”So, miss Independent.” He referenced her earlier words mentioning she preferred to be self-sufficient. ”What brought you to the East?” He assumed with her answer of having nowhere to go to speak of he wondered where she came from.
The going would indeed be slow, but the self-named man had no complaints to offer. She was no more a burden than a feather and her soft fur pressed against him more than pleasant. Attempting to get him mind off her proximity as they walked he’d attempt to get to know her. ”So, miss Independent.” He referenced her earlier words mentioning she preferred to be self-sufficient. ”What brought you to the East?” He assumed with her answer of having nowhere to go to speak of he wondered where she came from.
