I- I thought that she had left. Was I wrong? Was my interpretation of the wrong ilk… maybe… or maybe not. Still… I sighed and let my breath warm my fingers. Here amongst the morning sun, amongst the early risers I laid.
"G'morning…" She muttered. Rubbing my hair like I was some sort of pet. I let her though, her smooth fingers felt nice. Running laps through the gentle curls.
And once she was done. When she stretched her arms and yawned behind an open fist, I took to my feet. Jumped down onto the street and made my way to the gated manse.
"Good morning." He tipped his head. The helmet shone with the glitter of freshly painted oils. His sword was holstered at his hip with leathers carrying all his other essentials among countless little pouches. And his armor shone in the sun, with slight dents and scratches as if to tell a story of battle.
