⬩ Voyager ⬩
▻ none (x none) ◅
She does not take offense to the once-over he returns for hers. It was fair, to say the least, that if she eyed him that he’d eye her too. Besides, he had not done so much as extend a glancing touch and it gave her some confidence in him that she may not have had with someone else. Much like dogs who perform better and are far friendlier after being allowed to simply exist in someone's space before physically opening themselves to interaction, she was responding to his unspoken and perhaps even unintentional distance.
She nods, a half-thought-out smile flickering onto and then off of her face to assure him she heard his hopes, but her gaze turns unerringly onto the forest at the thought of ferns and soft grasses accustomed to the limited sun of clearings and broken patches of canopy. She had never been much for brambles, but in her travels she had spent some time in this sort of environment. The bedding down had been comfortable, either on pine beds or in the thick tangled long-grass that had woven her a nice pillow unexpectedly.
What surprises her is that somewhat into the forest, he speaks again. "Up ahead there is an area I have bedded down in many nights. You can rest there if that works?" She looks up at him, hearing the personal manner in which he offered his own bed for her use - and she slows her walk until he turns back to the weaving he needed to do ahead of him. "That is kind of you." She says it with some caution, but also no small amount of intrigue as well.
Now he was becoming less of a passing stranger that she enjoyed the company of. She was realizing that he was handsome too. And none too stressful a presence to bask in the surety of. "How long might I expect to be welcome to rest there." It is a question with immense weight, but it was due asking - if she were to bed down in his place, she was no longer simply a guest to spend the winter. One did not expect to bed in anothers place if there were not designs on growing further than a passed season together. Her age made her ripe to consider such a thing. Her experience made her knowledgeable enough to trust her gut. The question came sooner than she ever thought, but still she stood behind the asking of it.
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅