Across the table from him sat the silent huntress, her copper tassels framing her face.
How did he know she was a huntress, the bow was kinda obvious.
He watched her for a while, seeing if any in the tavern approached her as he was new to these parts and did not want to stumble blindly into the middle of a romance.
While he tried to keep his gaze as subtle as one like himself could, it dawned on him that she looked just like her. It did not dawn on him that it would end the same way.
As the time past so did his courage finally he found his voice and spoke to her. Her voice soft and a little unsure made him somehow comfortable, maybe because he was feeling that way too.
It had not been that long ago that she had walked out on him with not even a goodbye, just packed up and left before he even got home. Now he was in a strange land with strange people trying to find himself, whatever that meant.
He offered up his name and she said hers, Narys. He offered to buy her a drink, then they just began to flow, as the drinks piled up so did the conversation with its little flirtations subtle yet tasteful. She may have looked rugged but she had a softer side to her as well but he could sense that her guard was up, she was not easy. As the night ticked by so did the chemistry, he felt an attraction to her he wanted to take her in his arms so badly but he was nervous, scared even that this would break the spell and chase her away. Thinking back maybe that’s what he should have done, he should have just taken her that first night.
They met and hung out for a few days, acting like a couple but not being a couple, finally, he approached the subject of being together he thought they were getting along fine, he believed she liked him as he liked her.
Those words she uttered were like her arrows sharp and piercing “I don’t want your heart and I won’t give you mine.”
