You are the night-time fear
It does not bite Ascended.It probably doesn't bite anyone at all, then. He wouldn't have put it past the Old Gods to create something which does—stranger things roam Caido, after all. Giggling, snapping trees with a clear bias would not be out of place. The thought makes him smile. He would not want to meet them if they didn't like Ascended, and in truth, it would be pretty terrifying. Gnawed up and torn apart by a tree.
He prefers it merely giggling. It goes on, and on, joined by the girl's own laugh. She touches the branches over and over, ushering forth the merry, disembodied sound while his hand lowers.
Is she delighted? It's difficult to tell. Somehow, he thinks .. not. She doesn't look like someone who gets delighted; she looks like she belongs with the wild things, with blood on her mouth and her hands.
Maybe it's just because she still looks freshly drowned. Maybe she's the sweetest, most delighted girl alive, just a little disheveled and salt-stained and unmoored right now.
She looks at him, and he looks back.
"Yes," he merely says, truthful and concise. He does not want to guess what else about it would interest her, or what might bore her; perhaps she does not want to know anything else about him at all. His head tilts to the side as his eyes go to her hair. He wants to ask her if she has a brush, but where would she keep it? She's a walking embodiment of her grave. She needs more than a brush—she needs a bath.
He has nothing of value with him, and if he ever had anything of value at all, he has no idea where it would be now. His blue eyes return to her face. "Do you know this settlement well?"
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
