The sound of footsteps brought Fandral’s attention from his reverie as he leaned against the wall. The man smiled a charming smile as he pushed himself off of it to walk with the newcomer. “Might I pester you for the time?”
Amalthea enjoyed the warmth on her pale skin, her sheer white dress doing little to hide her skin from the sun’s warmth. It was her time to become connected to this new world, to feel the life beneath her flesh.
“– I do not see why you should not.” Amalthea voiced, doing well to hide the fact he had startled her.
