10-27-2019, 01:14 PM
The flowers were warm to the touch and she wondered how that could be. She took the flower from Tristan with a smile. It was probably the most 'romantic' thing she'd ever been given. Considering her life span was limited to just her family it was not a surprise, but to the outside world it would seem strange. And to Tristan it had to too. He believed in faires and trolls but the ancient that made these with his mere presence, but maybe Tristan would change his mind. They could talk to wolves, men could rend stone into statues with nothing but a thought. Magic was real. What other wonders lie in their wake.
"The ancient took something, the wolves images are fuzzy on what." Sierra nestled the flower in her hair behind an ear. The warm radiated against her face like a gentle kiss, which only served to remind her of the night in the dream. She blushed as she pointed in the direction it had gone. "It went this way." There were a ton of pictures already, and she'd pulled Tristan away from whatever he had been doing she smiled. "Or we could go back." There was a playful smile on her lips. "The wolves won't follow us past here. Respect or Fear I'm not sure which maybe both of their ancient friend's privacy. We'd be alone."
"The ancient took something, the wolves images are fuzzy on what." Sierra nestled the flower in her hair behind an ear. The warm radiated against her face like a gentle kiss, which only served to remind her of the night in the dream. She blushed as she pointed in the direction it had gone. "It went this way." There were a ton of pictures already, and she'd pulled Tristan away from whatever he had been doing she smiled. "Or we could go back." There was a playful smile on her lips. "The wolves won't follow us past here. Respect or Fear I'm not sure which maybe both of their ancient friend's privacy. We'd be alone."