How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." —Bram Stoker
Walking the streets like any other night, the girl found herself caught up in thoughts. Dreaming herself away so much until she realized that she was lost. Turning left, left, left and then right twice; the petite woman had no clue of where she currently was standing. However her eyes landed on a male not too far away, perhaps he could help her. Chorong flashed the male a small smile and offered him a quick nod. “Good evening sir.”
His lips parted delicately to breathe in a breath of the evening air, the tip of his tongue briefly tracing over teeth, some sharper than others as his gaze slid slowly to focus properly upon the young woman. She had seemed almost, lost for a moment; the hesitance in her footsteps were like speaking pauses. “… Ne, it is”, he said, gaze slipping up to roam the darkening sky. “So we have a good evening, but the street must be evil to make you look as lost as you did a moment ago. Shame on it.” His lips tugged into a brief, impish grin.
