I call out ‘Stay Awhile!’

”I don’t think I have ever been called gracious, and I had a very generous mother.” I laugh again, then bow shallowly to Isuma as she in introduced. ”I didn’t expect to be welcomed so soon. Or to be the first one out of the woods..” Though I had been hoping I was, it was why I left so quickly after hearing about the ban being lifted. I hold a hand out to Isuma, hoping she’ll let me stroke her, or, better, take perch on my arm. Of course, I could talk about the politics of the decision, the terror the grounders, the ascended, had caused in the woods, or I could simply enjoy the company of a potential new friend. I choose the latter, obviously. Nothing ventured nothing gained, and I haven’t made a habit of doing things in half measures before this. If Jigano is a danger, I can flit back to the trees, and consider myself satisfied with my adventure. And if not, then I’ll have gained an interesting connection. The silver haired man crouches down, and I can’t stop myself from leaning over, curious about what he’s doing. The seeds I threw down are joined by new blooms, more rugged than my carefully cultivated flowers. There are varieties I’ve never seen, cut off from the woods for three hundred years, and it is amazing. ”It’s more curiosity than goodwill.” I admit, not at all coy about my words. ”But you don’t seem like the monsters Delah has warned us of, and your lands are hardly shadowed. At least, what I can see of them.” Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;