Nightmares are dreams too
Ah, there it was. Recognition flared in her golden eyes, and her weight shifted to the scent that entered her fluttering nose. Though, surprisingly, the hate he expected was not there. Perhaps unease, as anyone should have with a stranger, but not the deep rooted fear or hatred most everyone held for the Lagoon.
Fascinating.
“I find family is always surprisingly fickle.” Garmr replied, as if he pitied her search. Or perhaps even felt her pain of loneliness. Neither were true, but Garmr played it off so easily, he could almost convince himself that it was. “They should have made it easy for you to find them.” He remarked, taking a step away from her, as if to lighten the tension that might be lying between them. Rather than pushing forward that might have suffocated her, or in the very least, pushed her to leave.
“What are their names?” Garmr asked, tipping an ear towards her as he passed her a sideways glance. “I’m pretty good at remembering names if they are given.” Hinting that he wanted her name too. “Maybe I’ve seen them before? It’s not often I leave the Crossing anymore.”