Sah
Sah returns the smile before scanning the trees for movement, "Treeflits?" He watches curiously as Maeve pulls out the stone and offers it up for the creature. Falling silent the Outlander waits to see if the creature appears. He's not sure what he's expecting. The Undergrove had enough shadows and twisted caverns to hide a creature of any size or color.
A rustling begins and Sah finds himself holding his breath. Eyes locking onto the foliage he just barely catches the glint of eyes. "I think we've got one's attention." The words are whispered near silently so as not to startle the creature. They might not be shy, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.
A rustling begins and Sah finds himself holding his breath. Eyes locking onto the foliage he just barely catches the glint of eyes. "I think we've got one's attention." The words are whispered near silently so as not to startle the creature. They might not be shy, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
