And a good morning to you

“I didn’t think of that. Well, neither of us have gone South from here, so I guess we have no idea what to expect.” He offered her a crooked grin, a hint of interesting and unexplored places they might chance upon out there.

He let her take point in packing the lunch, eyeing what he grabbed as he leaned lightly on the doorframe. Feeling the warmth from the hearth soak into the early morning air. At her question of wine, he hesitated. He had a tendency to get melancholy when he drank, and the last thing she needed was to be laden down with the woes of what he had lost. “Not particularly” He said in a way of answer. “Have you had any more memories on how you got here?” he asked gently. Remembering the gap in her memories from the land she had been born on, between the fire, and arriving here.

"Mercury"