It was the sound of her footsteps and the distant trill of her voice that drew my attention up from the stream. She is small and gentle in appearance, her light gasp causing a brow to raise as eyes of jade and pink look deeply into her dual toned pair. It is quite refreshing to have met a female who is smaller than myself for once in a long time. Avery had been pleasurable company and yet she was one of the many who nearly dwarfed my own size. Moladion was full of giants and brutes and so for some time the surprise began to dwindle as I met more and more.

Now this female was a delightful surprise and while our eye contact did not spark the same as how I had been affected by my imprint, I was still intrigued by her sudden appearance. Her eyes turned away from me as she approached further and her easygoing voice eased any anxiety that I may have had. I shook my head lightly, eyes closing, and chuckled softly at her formalities. ”No need for calling me ‘sir’.” I looked at her to smile gently, telling of my lighthearted approach though there was no reason to be calling me by any name other than my own.

I paused for a long moment to allow silence to fill our presence as I nodded in her direction. She was certainly welcome to drink from a brook that was no more mine than it was anyone else’s. After a few minutes I spoke again with pale eyes ever attentive upon her earthy figure. ”You don’t have a pack?” I inquire with genuine interest, my voice reaching her in a deeper timbre than one would think I could conjure. ”I’m Malum, from Iromar.”