With a faint nod, the man acknowledged the lady's greeting. It indeed was a good morning. But it seemed more than just a good morning. It was a perfect morning, with obsidian waters, fresh peridot grass and the sun shining like an amber jewel. The willows were rustling in their usual melody, the wind spirits dancing within these lands. A good morning?
"What do you mean?" He would ask with a faint smile and chuckle coming to his jaw. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean it is a good morning whether I want it or not, or that you feel good on this morning, or that it is a morning to be good on?"
He let out a short yet rich laugh, next seating himself beside the dame. He was only enjoying these moments, as he was a usual talkative and comedian-like person. He wondered why he didn't say that sooner, but it felt great to leave his maw. Gleaming eyes would gaze across the pond, looking at the other handsome black furred man at the other side. Oh wait, that was him. The night-dressed lady spoke, her voice deeper than that of most women. Though it was an enjoyable sound. She went by the name of Raven, and the name of such a colorless bird suited her well. Though her eyes weren't quite raven-like. Her eyes were mysterious yet unique, like the very stars and galaxies that shone in the night. But the name Dusk also suited himself well, as the time after sunset was relatively dark, just like his fur. And his eyes? Well, they just matched the blue sky above his head!
"I'm Dusk Oaks. It is a pleasure to meet you, Raven."
NOT MY QUOTE. QUOTE BY JRR TOLKIEN.
"Speech"
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