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She looked back at him, her knees folded to her chest. “Why not?”
He seemed hesitant before nodding. “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”
She looked over her shoulder before brushing the sand on her lower legs gently. “Would you ever live here?”
He hurried down the hall before looking at her. “Do you want to go gather Puck or talk to the council?”
She looked up at him before ruffling his hair gently, leaning back against him.
He kissed her temple, frowning. “Let’s go talk to the council.”
“That was at the beginning of the journey,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t think you would remember.”
“To... something. Something’s new in your mind.”
“We... do...” she agreed, looking up at him. “I’m surprised you remembered.”
“Something...” He rubbed his temple, taking her hand with the other hand and standing up. “I got too close.”
“Party,” she mused playfully before laughing. “We don’t do that too much on the farm.”
He paused before crying out, falling back from her onto the ground. His eyes sparked and he looked up at her in pain.
She looked over at him, her ears flattened in gentle contented ness. “What else do people do around here at night?”
He went in, and she would feel that warm presence that she would know as his influence. There was a silence for a few moments before he opened his...
She set her can down next to her, pulling her knees to her chest as she leaned against him. She didn’t say anything, just watching the sun go down.
He frowned, coming up to her and cupping her jaw. “Do you mind...?”
She wasn’t looking up at him, watching the sun set over the horizon, her brows furrowed thoughtfully. “It’s beautiful out here,” she mused quietly.
He looked back at her, frowning a little. "How is someone else getting in your head?"
She resettled her head on his shoulder, cupping the food in her hands. "I'm glad you're here."
He headed for the door, pulling her along. "You didn't recognize the voice at all?"
