He looks up at her and does not move, quiet and calm as a deep lake (dangerous, her instincts would tell her, but he keeps his hands where she can see them and does not move except to look at her with dark grey eyes).
"I do not think so, forest child. Those hands of yours have seen enough already hm? Put down your bow."
His voice is calm and gentle, and music sings underneath it.
/nuzz I am just as slow
"I do not think so, forest child. Those hands of yours have seen enough already hm? Put down your bow."
His voice is calm and gentle, and music sings underneath it.