05-12-2020, 02:04 AM
Jaxen watched the exchange with selfish interest.
“Actually, that may be helpful,” he nodded with approval. “Well done, Aiden.”
There were more tourists around than Jaxen preferred, but as he proceeded forward, it was with his eyes on a sign at the entrance to the area. He paused, looking for hints of anything. Science said the hexagonal steps were remnants of some ancient lava flow. He supposed it made sense, but he preferred the story about warring giants.
A girl came up alongside him, but it was obvious she was only standing close to him to pretend to read the sign. She was fit with an athletic sort of profile, and he vaguely wondered what sport she preferred. Her brunette hair was drawn up in a ponytail. She wore hiking shoes and carried a pack over one shoulder.
He was content to play the tourist. “Sightseeing?” He asked with the grin of rhetoric perched on his lips.
“That’s right. I’ve always loved this land. The history of the people and richness of culture is so wonderful,” she said. Her accent carried the drawl of southern USA.
Jaxen nodded, completely agreeing.
“Definitely agree. Big fan. Good culture.” he replied with a sarcastic laugh. Her brows lifted as she laid a hand on his arm. Oh my, he thought and gestured that they proceed together.
“Your accent is so exotic. Where are you from?”
“Moscow.”
“I thought so,” she concluded.
He glanced over his shoulder to see if Sage and Aiden managed to get lost yet. Or maybe fall off the cliff while they were oogling each other and not the path.
“Actually, that may be helpful,” he nodded with approval. “Well done, Aiden.”
There were more tourists around than Jaxen preferred, but as he proceeded forward, it was with his eyes on a sign at the entrance to the area. He paused, looking for hints of anything. Science said the hexagonal steps were remnants of some ancient lava flow. He supposed it made sense, but he preferred the story about warring giants.
A girl came up alongside him, but it was obvious she was only standing close to him to pretend to read the sign. She was fit with an athletic sort of profile, and he vaguely wondered what sport she preferred. Her brunette hair was drawn up in a ponytail. She wore hiking shoes and carried a pack over one shoulder.
He was content to play the tourist. “Sightseeing?” He asked with the grin of rhetoric perched on his lips.
“That’s right. I’ve always loved this land. The history of the people and richness of culture is so wonderful,” she said. Her accent carried the drawl of southern USA.
Jaxen nodded, completely agreeing.
“Definitely agree. Big fan. Good culture.” he replied with a sarcastic laugh. Her brows lifted as she laid a hand on his arm. Oh my, he thought and gestured that they proceed together.
“Your accent is so exotic. Where are you from?”
“Moscow.”
“I thought so,” she concluded.
He glanced over his shoulder to see if Sage and Aiden managed to get lost yet. Or maybe fall off the cliff while they were oogling each other and not the path.