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  &.        you should come back ):

@princessloss ,
          
             the young man's expression wavered, instinct pulling his walking stick protectively closer to himself as he heard the steps receding.  "i'm sorry,"  he said in an exhalation of breath,  his head shaking slow.  "i did not mean to frighten you. i am not accustomed to ... others straying this far into the wilds. it's been a time since i've spoken to anyone but the trees." his own steps were taken back, as if he could vanish back into forest without ever having uttered a word. 'if you follow upstream a ways there is an old oak the storm felled. there should be enough there to use as firewood." 

@princessloss ,  
          
          'nor i you..'  
          
              there is a melody to his words, spoken like the caress of a soft summer breeze. walking stick in hand, he steps from the grove of trees. cloak draped about his shoulders and wild hair catching the dying light like flames he seems almost more forest spirit than man. he stops there, head cocked as he seems to regard the other with innocent amusement.  'i should be asking you that same question. after all it is my woods you stand in.'      

*      i love ur account ! u should join the group :3

     /      should  i  send  pins   or  drop  things  that  would   zap   the  motivation  ??

  /           giving  you  my  warmest  welcome  back  hug.  

;  ughhhhhhhhhhh 

" hold out your hands, I want to give you something. " the gentle voice broke through the silence. managing a way through the crackling fire and the distant calls of owls. 

@hyrded ,
                . .   a soft hum was given in response, his fingers lightly tracing over the wooden fence. his gaze did not raise to meet the other's. instead the rich shades of summer of greens, shot threw with flecks of gold and strains of a deeper color, stared on past to some unseen middle distance. unfocused almost. blank. still, his attention was quite clearly upon the other. "that depends on if you want to hear about the foraging in this area or of the birds, who are far more plentiful here than one would imagine. there's entire worlds hidden away in this little grove. i was about to lose myself in it, but..." the words trailed, the far away look in his expression fading as he seemed to come back to himself. "i am aware," he said after a deliberate moment, a smile gracing the fine features. "then again, i have the feeling that you're also of a different sort."
          
          the smile would wane slightly, a slight knit at his brows at the offer given. "ride?" the word repeated as if he had somehow misheard it. his hand reached for his cane, pulling the aid closer to himself. "i've... never ridden before. is it difficult?" 

@hyrded ,
             . .  the breeze felt nice. a soft whisper against his skin, a promise of a cooler evening soon to come once the sun dipped below the rim of the world. and with it brought the sounds of horses, a sharp strike of hoof against rock, the huffs and gentle nickers sounding in anticipation. he felt it in the air, thick as the heat around him. perhaps that was what brought him to this place. he'd left his white cane to rest upon the fence beside him as he leaned against it, the aid's end nestled in the corner of the rail and post. easy to find, always within reach. there was not a need for it yet, he would venture no closer to the flurry of sound that laid just beyond. he was satisfied where he was.
          
          "hm?" his attention turned to the sound, surprise quickly won out by an easy going smile. "if you ask me that i'm afraid we'll be here all afternoon," he chuckled, straightening but still keeping a hand upon the fence. "are you heading out, or have you just returned from somewhere?" he nodded vaguely in the direction of the horses.