(1942-09-11) Cougar O'Clery
Cougar O'Clery
Summary: That sounds kinda badass actually…. *cough* .. but it's not what you think.
Date: 1942-09-11
Related: None.
Players:
clyde..lucietta..

River Front, Higsi
Mon Sep 11, 1942


The Watauga River flows right along side Watauga Drive. In some places it seems quite deep, in others shallow enough to walk across. The bank slopes gently down toward the river and flattens out before the water, making this an ideal spot for fishing.

Weather:
It is summer. The weather is warm and fair.


<FS3> Lillie rolls Presence: Success.

Ah, the dregs of summer.. while it's still quite warm and sunny outside, it's enough to cause most to cling fast and tenaciously to what remains of those golden, lovely days. Children, especially, hold fast to the final reminders of summer holidays and even after the day's lessons are through most are seizing whatever measure of fun that they can grasp before they must make their way home and submerge themselves into homework. Guh, guh.

They can be heard like magpies, this quartet of youngsters walking alongside the river… but at a careful distance, like their parents always told them. Three of them are older boys, roundabouts nine years old apiece; the fourth is a child of about six and he's galloping along after the others.. surely the younger sibling of one of them. The sun is warm and loving upon each and every hair of the boys' heads, casting coins of light upon the burbling surface of the river. The group is just coming around a bend, yammering and chattering about 'boy stuff' while the littlest one bounds to and fro, the paper whispering and crackling in his hand.

"Yer jus' jealous cus' she didn't draw YOU!" The youngest one hollers boisterously as they shuffle along this late afternoon, petering into very early evening. Now whomever could this crew encountered, to warrant a portrait of a six-year-old?

Clyde's down the odd jobs that he had lined up for the day. His meager lunch isn't going to fill him, but it's what he has. And he's late eating it even. The mountain man is walking towards the boys, picking up on their words but not connecting any dots. Her makes sure they see him, no need frightening them into falling into the river. Clyde would rather not have to dive in after them.

Of course, the older set were perhaps schooled by their God-fearing parents on Walkers, to variable degrees. At least one of them, surely, was told in his younger years — whenever he was being a little shit — that if he didn't behave the Hillfolk would take him. Clyde Walker's notoriety in town is perhaps not entirely lost on these kids, and as they spy the man with the wild hair making their way toward him along his own trajectory, they slow down a bit and watch him in a way that only kids can get away with. Or not. Their bickering dies down slowly as Clyde is watched in a manner that is simultaneously curious and anxious.

But the youngest one clearly didn't get the memo. He spins around past the others and gawks outright at the Walker as he makes his way along. Kids are funny in a way, especially the younger ones… the six-year-old is so caught up in his joy at being 'chosen' that he sees Clyde as just one other member of an audience and he jogs toward him. The older boys sputter and make to call him back, but they may be too late. The little one gets right in Clyde's way, about a couple of feet away, and beams with maddened joy. "Hey you! D'ya wanna see?!"

Clyde stops, surprised as much s the older boys are. And he answers in the only way anyone could in this situation, "See what?" If it's a dead body, he's just leaving Higsi forever. this town is so weird.

Shit, how did he guess?! A'yup, a right dead one.. just over yonder in the bushes. Don't let those cute button eyes on this kid's face fool you, he's poked it already with a stick—-

No, no… no dead body. The older brace themselves; what are they expecting of the dark-eyed Walker? The younger one stares outright up at Clyde's face, perhaps at his curls, before thrusting the paper rather business-like in the man's direction. "She drew me on a dragon!" He hollers; he's a six-year-old with a jammed volume switch. "I bet if ya go ask she will draw you too, but ya look a bit too big to be on the back of a dragon." The boy concurs, clearly not investing much in proportions. What would one expect?

"Artie.. okay, c'mon back now. Let him be." A grave-featured older boy remarks, the resemblance to the little one evident in his features.. he must be the brother. His eyes don't leave Clyde's person for an instant.

'Artie' isn't listening.. and to look at the portrait is to see a hastily-scribbled but very well done sketch of the very same little boy saddled upon the sinuous neck of a story-book dragon! It looks.. akin to the sort of Chinese mythology. Were more hours to be placed into this 'work', it could be brilliant indeed. To the kid it may as well be gold.

Kids are not really Clyde's thing (how does he think being a parent is going to be like?!?!). The man blinks, looking down at the paper being showed at him, but he doesn't reach for it. The nervousness of the older brother snaps Clyde back into what's in front of him. He just nods once, better the kids are afraid of him and his clan, really. He recognizes the lines though, "Where she at?" Who knows if the kids will actually tell him.

"I bet you'll look neat on a… a.. LION.." Artie barks out, and pulling the paper back against himself he squints at Clyde. "Don't you go asking her to be drawin' too many pictures of ya.. I'm gonna marry her so she can draw me every day.." He warns in his cryptic, ridiculous six-year-old way. This is when the older brother saves Clyde, and he pads forward to pull the rambling kid with his dragon drawing back and closer to himself. He watches Clyde with dark eyes that are precisely the same shape as Artie's, and color.. but more resolved. "She's past the bend." He answers reluctantly, nodding over a skinny shoulder. Should he be telling this man where that nice lady is set up?

It's best to just answer and get gone. The older boy pulls Artie back and without much else being said that is worthwhile to the Walker, the boys are off. Clyde is left alone with the river's whispering for company. He won't have to wander long, past the indicated bend, to find Lillie settled precisely where the kids ratted her out. Her body language, nestled into the froth of her skirts, is that of contentment and calm. Her head is tilted downwards, focused upon the pad of paper in her lap. A basket of sorts rests alongside her.

Clyde's eyes widen. Huh, cheatin' on him already? The corner of his mouth twitches, but he manages to not smile. The older boy gets a nod, "Obliged." Is he really? The alpha makes his way as instructed and soon finds himself seeing Lillie. He slows, some of his angst ebbing away. She sure looks peaceful sitting there.

<FS3> Lillie rolls Empath: Success.

Contentment and peace translate into a lessening of Lillie's sense being a jerk. Or, is it the other way around? Let's just say that the empathy is not swarming around her head and heart like a maddened hornet… but there is something about her, there, that looks… different. But 'good' different. Because think of the enjoyment that is to be had in sampling the emotions of kids. Even those of the older boys. It was the little Artie, however, who proved to be the drink of water. It's hard to tell from this distance but Lillie's features are flushed, as if she has had a drink or two. Sensitive Walker olfactories shall detect na'ry a drop of alcohol in her scent, however. Everything about the woman screams contentment… but worry not Clyde, Lillie is no cougar. Sure, Jesse was a couple of years younger.. but…

Her head perks slightly in that way of hers, as she senses Clyde vaguely before he meets her.. a flush of a very Clyde'ish emotion — harried, stressful feelings — that seems to ebb away when he arrives. She turns to face him then, in that almost preternatural awareness, and fixes him with a smile that is rife with pleasure and welcome. "Hallo, Clyde Walker." She sings out to him.

Clyde's smirk blossoms into a full smile briefly as he heads over to sit down. Not next to her, but near enough to be able to talk comfortably. But not so close that people will start any new rumors. They know they're friends, that should be safe. "Hello Lillie O'Clery." He does not sing. "Met yer newest courter. A dragon, huh?" Out comes a hunk of bread and what appears to be some foraged onions. Yum.

By now, most likely after a lot of thought involved, Lillie knows that Clyde is trying to preserve her already…. questionable reputation. So when he deigns to place himself slightly apart in efforts to retain this, she does not flinch or go on in a manner that suggests anxiety. Holy crap, heavens above… Lillie gets it! Glory Hallelujah she understands, now, what Clyde is trying to do! Still… green eyes, lit to more of a gray-green hue in the insistent sunshine, glance to and fro for signs of humanity. Seeing nothing, for this moment, she slowly unfurls herself from her cozy nest of illustration utensils. Cream-colored skirts fall past calves which were laid bare for a second or two, and she pads over toward the seated Walker to place a warm kiss to his briefly smiling mouth.

"Ah hah, yes.. you've competition. He likes dragons, milk, cookies and earthworms." Lillie jests, her love for children obvious, before she moves back to her previous spot and sits down daintily, watching Clyde with bright eyes. She observes the hunk of bread going to his mouth, with… onions…

Oh Jesus.

"I've extra food here… I became a bit, ah… enthusiastic in packing, with intention for a day of practice. Would you like some?" Lillie asks gently of the Walker Alpha.

The smiles fades as she kisses him, Damn it! How is that helping keep her reputation? But he doesn't pull away from the kiss, because he's a right bastard. He watches and listens to her, taking a deep breath to get her scent before she moves away, "I got no chance then, against earth worms." Just be glad you kissed him before he ate! He raises an eyebrow, "Ya just…pack extra food?" These birds are so strange with all the food! Dark eyes glance down to artist's food, "Only when yer done, if that's okay…"

See, Lillie is a tactician.. she's totally gonna liplock the town bastard before he starts in on those onions. She can make a mean roast or sauce using onions, but don't ask Lillie to eat onions raw or even instrumental in… well, whatever Clyde is preparing to pack away there. Lillie watches him for a time, drinking him in.. knowing better to watch than to grab him up as she so obviously wishes to do. Scent and coloration in her face speak of this.. but she can be smart where it counts. "I'm afraid not. I am going to wait for Artie to grow up, alas," Lillie carries on dramatically, canting her head back, sun warm on her neck as she looks disparagingly to the heavens. The sketchpad and pencils are set down tenderly and with a soft chuckle, she pulls the basket closer.

"Nobody can beat you." She offers simply, meaningfully, and pulls open the lid.

"I'm alright.. I've been snacking all afternoon.. I've about.." She peers into the basket. "Half a sandwich, an… hmn, apple… hey, cookies!" She exclaims, before rooting out something in a glass bottle. A stout bottle of Coke, only a couple of sips taken. "It's all yours." Said seductively. Lillie ain't peeling away clothes, she's offering her lunch.

Clyde grunts, amused, "He might be inta snakes by then." He just bites into the raw onion. It's literally just onions and bread, no combo of anything. His chewing slows as he watches her. He picks up on the double meaning, but he doesn't think right here would be the best place to rip off clothing. Might make Artie mad. "Keep the cookies n' the coke." He can drink from the river. "Ya gonna be out here a while?"

The grunt may as well be a guffaw. Lillie is wise to Clyde'isms these days, or some of them. She watches as the honest-to-goodness combination of bread and onions are lifted in preparation to dine. There, in seconds, is that deep inner stab of concern… do the Walkers need more work? Just how often and how much is Clyde going 'without' to consider bread and stinky UGH onions for a lunch? But see, Lillie knows better than to push things at the wild-haired man. Suggestion is key.. maybe a bit of self-depreciating humor. "I insist.. save me from myself." Lillie pushes gently, giving the bottle a wiggle. The glass winks at Clyde, almost as suggestively as her tone earlier. "Do you know what this does to my skin? Maybe you shouldn't. Take it, Clyde." She says softly, and again she rises.

This time to place the Coke, the stuffed half of a chicken salad sandwich, and two chocolate chip cookies (not Bernice's :| ) in front of the man in offering.

"Awhile yet.. but you've been working harder. You need it more."

Clyde pauses mid chew, eyes going from the woman, to the food in front go him, back up, "Ya sure?" He sniffs, not that he'll be bale to tell if she's hungry. "Today ain't so bad. Sissy go a job at Woolworths. I walker her there this mornin' n' have been doing add stuff. Headin' ta Vet Styne's tomorrow ta work on that barn."

I am most certainly sure." Lillie insists, the barest hint of firmness to be found in her tone. But it's there, just short of pleading that the man take the protein over the onions. To look at Lillie is to, again, see her relaxed countenance. No inklings of hunger or longing — at least not for food — to be found, as she once again seats herself, taking care to spread her skirts beneath herself. Her hair, pulled back into a plait with the rest of it left in spindrift waves around her face, rests between her shoulderblades as she takes up her sketchpad again.

And, obviously, listens to what the Alpha has to report.

Lillie looks up then, eyes alight with pleasure. "Is that so? Woolworths!" She exclaims with a slow smile, meant only for Clyde. "What department has she been hired into? I do know that they have a.. decent-enough section for seamwork, and the like. Or…?" The question hangs as she watches Clyde.. and is reminded.

"I ran into Miss Styne in town, just recently." Lillie adds casually, the pencil heard scritching along the paper.

Every little detail is watched, he's missed her. He nods, picking up the half a sandwich, "I think it'll be good fer her. N' then she can pick out her own sewin' stuffs." There's a shrug as he chews, the aroma of the food to much to wait, "Don't know. She seemed happy with it though." Or? Huh? As for Leona, he just chews and watches her, as she's not said anything that needs a response.

"A woman needs exposure—" Pause, blush. Lillie lifts a slender hand bearing a pencil, which happens to be her left one.. hey, she's a lefty! She handwaves, "Well.. let me rephrase. It will be good for her to get out into the town, to work, to show people that you and yours are trying to make a living. She is lovely enough to make it work." She smiles gently, reassuringly; a knowing glitter in her gaze. "T'is important for a widow to not be left to her own devices for long. Indeed, she.. has all of you around her. But earning her own paycheque will be good for her." Lillie adds, meaning it. "All the best to your Sissy, Clyde." She adds sweetly before scrutinizing her work again for a time. What is she doodling? She appears to watch the river.

Clyde watches her, and Lillie meets his dark gaze. She holds it just long enough to smile openly at him as he chews, oblivious to her working mind. A page is turned, and the Empath begins anew.

"WE met in the street and Vet Styne looked tired. Clyde, you are there often, working.. you see her more than I do. How her health could…. vary…" Lillie peers up from beneath thick lashes. "Clyde, is she well? I have seen things…" Wants to say 'felt' things, too, but Lillie Just Can't. "I am worried because she is my friend. I wish I could.. check on her. But I know how you feel about that house."

Clyde just raises an eyebrow. Exposure for women is fine. His sister though….that's a whole different thing. He nods with her better word choice. "Yeah, I thought it would be. N' better than a waitress." That would have been a disaster. But oh, Leona. He agrees, "She probably is tired." There's a pause and he finally says, "Aint' me place ta say, Lillie. If she wants ta tell ya, she will." Which is kind of an answer, really. He does feel about that house. "Ask her ta go out fer lunch then. Bet she'd like that."

<FS3> Lillie rolls Drawing: Great Success.

The tense conversation in her — Lillie's — yard from a week and a bit back is still too fresh. The pain that it dealt Clyde for Lillie to happen upon dangerous situations, and what it did to him when she experienced them. In previous months she will have walked up to that pretty house of horrors without a second thought.. but now… now.

"I made a promise to you to not endanger myself, or.. poke a hornet's nest." She says simply, "Something is eating at me. Regarding what I saw, when last with her and.. previously. No matter," She tilts her head becomingly.. either admiring the man, or capturing some 'part' of him.. or both? Who knows, with strange enigmatic Lillie.

"What say you, I organize luncheon with her in town… maybe once a week. Just to check in on her… maybe come to know more, for my intuition is screaming at me. A woman with the sense that she has, Clyde, shouldn't run herself into the ground like that. But who am I to say that?" She muses.. her pencil scritch, scritch, scritches. Another brief look at Clyde.

"I just wanted to.. ask you, is all. I wish not to hurt you again, for I only want to help you." She blushes deeply. "I can't bear the thought otherwise."

Clyde offers, maybe to scare her a little, but truthfully, "There maybe a hornets nest down there. I heard some one time." He nods, not willing to budge on her staying out of trouble. "Ya can have lunch with whoever ya want…just not at her place." That basement smells unnatural. He's not to say either. He knows something, that much is obvious, and he worries for the vet, but he's keeping his mouth shut. He frowns softly, "Ya don't need ta ask permission, Lillie.." Is that what they've become?

If there's anything the woman feels, it's that… okay, very weakly.. but there's apprehension there, regarding the house. Lillie looks up again, "In regards to this, Clyde.. I need to. Everything else? Certainly not.." A mischievous smile, trying to break up the tension. "Wild and crazy thing that I am, watering my flowerbeds.." Her flowerbeds… God above, she misses her house. It may be time, soon, to get the green light from Frank. She hopes. She holds Clyde's gaze, all scribbling paused. "But Leona and I are close, I'd like to say… and I must find ways to skirt… to dodge being invited back to her house. Surely, she would invite me were we to keep one another's company again. So I need to be.. careful, you see." A pause, to let it sink in.

"I know it is not of your concern what I do with my time, that you do not expect me to ask permission.. but this is a delicate case. Perhaps, once I get back to my house, I will invite her. She just so needs a friend." The Empath admits, stretching out. Then, in that moment.. a look of anxiety. "… I do not need to be close to a possible hornet's nest. I-I can only speculate what is in that basement, Clyde. I do have a… hunch."

Clyde frowns, not sure what she's getting at, "Tell her yer busy?" He tilts his head, chewing more. The alpha doesn't seem to be willing to budge on this. He sniffs, watching her. "What hunch?"

The Alpha shall not budge, and Lillie will not push. Really, she doesn't want to! It'll just be.. tricky to dodge invites. The first one? Easy; the second? Hard…. but what about a third, if it comes? Oh jeez. But that is the Empath's problem for when/if the time comes, not Clyde's. She isn't about to ruin this comfortable exchange with some of the.. suspicions that she feels, and surmises. You bet your sweet ass, Clyde, that Lillie knows there's MOAR.

Damnit Clyde, stop frowning. Lillie is trying to work. Sure, she can think back to that first glorious flash of smile from when he first arrived, but it's easier to see it in the flesh. Then she had to go on and mention hunches. Her pencil scritches for a second or two more; her head tilts as she observes lines, this way and that.

Letting the man chew and swallow, Lillie looks up and unabashedly into his eyes. "The last vision I had, the very last time I was in that house.. her grandfather was talking to somebody in that basement. The visions around that door were always around blood. I think.. maybe.. do you think there was some sort of a medical office in that basement, at one time? Or still could be? Illicitly?" The woman asks, her accent lilting.

Clyde shrugs, not picking up the fact she's drawing him. He's enjoying the nice day and nice company. "Maybe? She got enough weirdo stuff around her house." Sleep sand or whatever the hell Leona called it.

"Look at me again." Lillie suddenly commands.. what the hell?! It may be a sudden deviation from the topic at hand — and perhaps one gratefully received — but she's going all artist'y on the Alpha. Even if he's finishing a mouthful, she really doesn't mind. There's something in how he's seated; the angle; the light. She hasn't the tools necessary to add color to pieces and all of this is.. most likely.. practice.. but inspiration hits. "Please." She adds belatedly with a shy smile.

A demure dipping of her head as a bit of coolness begins to weasel it's way into the tepid evening air. "I know you're not one for artsy stuff.. but you most likely know what I'm doing here.. who I'm sketching." She looks up again, provocatively.. there is a intensity to her eyes, then; not unpleasant. "Now I have permission and I needn't do it sneakily. I wish to get your hair just right. You are helping a cause." She proclaims.

Clyde frowns, but does look at her, confusion skittering across his features, "Ya ok?" He stills, realizing he's the subject matter. Oh. He gets still, almost too still, "Is this okay?" Should he move? Stop talking? Stop chewing? The way she looks at him though, the alpha suddenly wishes they were closer to her house. "What cause?"

"To be better at what I do." Lillie says softly, scritching along, looking up once, twice, thrice. "This, here, is for me. For when I miss you." She says simply, not a shred of guile in her tone. A slow smile then. "I always do." Said sweetly still, she is not trying to guilt in the least. She knows how things must be and has adapted well… good thing she ain't clingy! A flutter of her lashes as she pauses them, looks up to get a good long look at the man. Then she is struck dumb by his question.. 'is this okay?'

The woman's heart melts and she simply grins then. "Perfect."

Scribble scribble. Pause. With the eraser she leans in to wipe away an error with a surgeon's precision, or perhaps the very same affection she would use to touch Clyde's own face. Back at it, then. "I have landed a job that shall require four to five sketches of mine, much like that which I had done for that little boy. I will have to send my very best later in the fall, and if it all works out, I shall be paid… but for now.."

She looks up again, with that gaze. "I want nothing more than to capture you."

Clyde tries to stay still, which just makes him fidgety and swayish. Capture him she has. He inhales, watching her with a hungry look himself. "Job fer what? A book?' See? He kinda pays attention! His eyes dart while he tries to keep still, maybe looking for a secluded area.

The river ambles along, as the sun begins to dip. Daylight holds on feebly for perhaps another hour and a bit, but by now most of Higsi has begun to retire for family dinners and the like. Lillie has no family to return to, not in the traditional sense; she has two drastically different old women and a pile of mountain folk to care about. Is she aware, though, of what her eccentricity is sparking in Clyde? Of course she is. Is there a like flicker, given how 'long' it's been and the note upon which they parted, that time prior? Indeed! Color blossoms across her cheekbones and up along the column of her neck as she works, finally looking comfortable with what she is producing.

"A book." She offers gently, perhaps a touch huskily. "A children's book. It's not a bigtime publication.. more of a novella that an independent author is working on, and she.. asked for my help. I won't bore you with how these connections came to be, but it involved a… lot of correspondence with Boston.." She adds softly.

Noting Clyde's darting look, Lillie smiles shyly but must finish what she started! What may perhaps be another tense minute or two passes and finally, the Empath picks up the book and pads over so that she may seat herself alongside the Alpha, so close.. and watch him thoughtfully. "Would you like to see?" So many meanings!

Clyde's chest expands, eyes on her thin fingers. "A book…That's….good." His gaze slowly creeps up her arm to her chest. "When are ya expected?" But then she's asking to show him and he nods, He'd like to see.

Worry not.. Lillie is one to show and tell but not to linger. She caught every darting look, saw where the mountain man's dark eyes had settled. He is looking for a place into which to, uh… 'adjourn'. With a quick little flipflop in her belly and chest, the Empath suddenly finds herself wondering very much the same before she must retire to an elderly woman's staunchly beautiful home and he must take the long walk home. But.. art. The art.

A quick little puff of air and rush of body heat, and Lillie leans in close, holding the well-loved sketchbook out for Clyde to look upon.

To care so strongly is to put everything, so beautifully, to life on a page. Lillie has indeed captured the Alpha, seated as he is alongside her; here he is holding the Coke bottle, perhaps on the tail end of frowning at her during the whole house of horrors tangent. She has softened that brow some, taken care with his eyes and hair and jaw, made use of the time available to her to draw him well and lovingly. Like Artie, with hours to spare, this could be a proper finished piece.

"This is precisely how I see you." Lillie offers gently, meaning every word. Rough it may be, the artwork is reverent. "Right down to the last curl."

Clyde can feel her heat, it just adds to his own. He tries to center himself, looking back to the sketch book and his own image. The alpha stills, seeing how she sees him is a little sobering. He finally glances up from the book, dark eyes landing on hers. The desire to kiss her is strong, Ethel's words echoing in his ears suddenly. "We should…go fer a walk…." Walk.

"Brave." She says simply, his proximity making it hard to string her 'pretty' words together. She could go off into flowery descriptors which are yet true; with a few carefully-placed and delivered statements Lillie could very easily lay bare what this image represents, what she has witnessed all along. Even before.. this. That which they have. One hand splays over the drawn likeness and she looks up into Clyde's eyes, feeling that which he feels so strongly as well as hearing it. Seeing it. Lillie would be a bleeding fool to not sense any of it.

Knowing naught of what Clyde may hear in his head, regarding his sister's words, Lillie simply sees an opportunity and cannot help herself. She leans up then but does not yet press her mouth to his, simply speaks. Her breath is pleasant, yet one further thing to point toward her good health and self care. "A walk?"

"For the town is busily saying their grace over dinner, with no good reason to be looking upon us." Lillie says in her lilting way, so very close, eyes trained upon Clyde's. "Where shall we walk, then, Mister Walker?"

"Anywhere." Really, walking anywhere secured. Clyde just wants to be able to kiss her! His tongue darts wetting his lips, "Let's….go down the river some." there's some groups of trees. it won't be the most comfortable, and the easiest for anything but kissing. But as long as the alpha gets some kisses! He starts to stand, holding out a hand to help her up.

The Empath don't give one fig for comfort.. because having to be here, restrained, keeping occupied with drawing his picture — lovingly, of course — would be more uncomfortable. It's all she wants to do now to show her affection, after coming so close to losing him.. that's what she saw that last exchange as being. A close call. Sharp teeth, the inner rearing of 'something', the flashing eyes.. it was something. Her sense feeds her the man's fierce desire to be touched and Lillie simply stuffs her pencils and goods into her satchel, hooks the closed book under an arm, and tenderly accepts his hand with her own. The basket can wait… she'll.. come back for it.

"I'd like that." Lillie looks straight into his eyes, her tone sweet and gregarious with that deeply sown promise, but her eyes saying that much more. 'Get me to some trees, and get me there now.'

Standing now, she brushes her lips to his, furthering that promise. That slow smile meant for Clyde and Clyde alone and bless her heart, Lillie will insist on that walk along the river.

There's a tension to the man now, but it's a healthy want. His eyes are so, so dark in the setting sun and he nods, curls flailing about in every direction. Not sensing anyone near he takes her hand and starts walking. His eyesight is better than a humans, he guides her around any possible stumbles and dangers. There's a cluster of trees. It might not be enough to completely hide their presence, but their identities should be safe from anyone spying them from afar.

OOC: FADE

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