George
She was pretty, he'd give her that, her tail eye-catching in its resplendence. He leaned on the wall, listening as she offered to keep singing for him. The offer made him a little uncomfortable, though he couldn't say why - he wasn't much of an audience, and somehow the prospect of being serenaded felt too intimate for him. "That's alright," he said, flashing a crooked grin to hide his discomfort. "I won't stay long."
Then she asked about him, giving him pause. He'd thought it common knowledge that these caves were used for smuggling, and perhaps for the intrepid explorer to range. "I was supposed to be meeting someone," he told her, purposefully vague. "And yourself? Do you come to sing here often?"
Then she asked about him, giving him pause. He'd thought it common knowledge that these caves were used for smuggling, and perhaps for the intrepid explorer to range. "I was supposed to be meeting someone," he told her, purposefully vague. "And yourself? Do you come to sing here often?"
