white winter hymnal [rhythm]

He smiled at her loving description of the place. And of course she would describe it as so – it was her home, and her family’s home. He figured though, if he was really thirsting for love and care, he could head back to his own birth place, filled to the brim with his own family. They all cared about one another, certainly. But he had left because he had gotten his fill of that and had been more enticed by ideas of adventure. Still, he had decided that he wanted to see this Abaven. Rhythm would suggest that he just see it, and he would nod. He rose again as he saw her ready herself, his lips once more parting gently and his brows furrowing ever so slightly. She leaned against something this time before falling, then speaking. She really must’ve wanted to get back. And who could blame her? With all of his own gallivanting, Nagendra was thankful he hadn’t gotten himself hurt yet – all alone with nowhere to find shelter and aid. ”Here, come,” he beckoned, stepping beside her and offering his left shoulder. ”Just say which way to go, and I’ll make sure no more rocks attack us,” he grinned faintly.