Gentleness of her voice, as soft the trees swayed and the moss that dangled down off the branches in the calm breeze, drew the hunter back in from his venturing thoughts. Laving in the peacefulness that Isis’ presence and property brought him. A safe space in a world of nightmares. Giles watches the woman as she approaches him. Step by step, she came into clearer focus. Features sunkissed and lovely as the sunset. Lovelier, dare he say making such a comparison. Scarred brow arches at her words.
“You startin’ to dream of fish like your mamma said, sunshine?” He inquires curiously with a small, toothy smile. It’s a statement he isn’t quick to catch onto. Woman’s body, mind and spirit… always knows what? He mulls over those words. On a heeled boot the hunter turns to face the woman. Sight flickering over her, perhaps searching for a physical difference of some sort. Yet, he sees nothing. Though he would be lying to say if something didn’t feel different. That faint aura about her shining brighter than usual. Quiet hum rumbles in the man’s throat, “I ain’t so certain I follow, darlin’. You know me, a fool of a man when it comes to a lady’s riddle.”
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