Grape Vine

He remained standing, not wishing to threaten her personal space, but kept his head low, his neck in plain view. He would not be a threat to her, physically or emotionally. Things seemed to be going swimmingly, all things aside, until she asked him the question he had been dreading to hear. His heart sank at the question and he felt a lump catch in her throat. How could he explain that he had put all of Seracia's lives in danger? His back legs gave out, forcing him to sit. His back straightened and he raised his head, nervousness written across his features like ink on a scroll. "It is nothing t-to be concerned about Loccian. I will tell you another time perhaps." He stuttered.



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