jane
Jane was pleased that he did not reject her words but instead leaned into them. It wouldn’t have been awful if he rejected it, but it was nice nonetheless. His compliments sent a thrill through her body, coupling with the sun to make her warm. She tipped her head, opening herself up to receiving them. “I was born in the Summer,” she retorted, half-teasing. Between the two of them, the difference was in the undertones. Her body was the brown of the earth, while his carried a darkness belied by blue.
“Once were? How old are you?” She smiled and turned her body, glancing him over once more. “You couldn’t be more than ten, you’re hardly of retiring age. Unless my eyes deceive me.” Sol Bestiam. That was Latin- he had to come from an educated family. A little joy spiked in her, as she considered her assessment.
“Jane means ‘God is gracious’, or so I’ve heard. I don’t know about that, though. Which God, after all?” She chuckled, sinking her head a little bit as she relaxed. “What brings you to these meadows? Are you a simple traveller? Or do you have business to attend to?”
@[Sol Bestiam] / speaks / he's not the only one who's flirty haha
