Settled under the tent, arms folded behind his head, Dastan watched the light of the moon gloss them through the cloth. ' Tamina..' He uttered, breaking the silence. ' Have you ever wondered about other times? Other worlds? '
From her slumber she arose, before rolling over onto her less dominant side to come face to face with him. A slight frown teased her lips, before she huffed and seceded to the inquiry at hand. Having her head come to rest against his chest, before her own gaze peeled up at the moon as well.
❝It is nearly drawing late, and now you pick to ask this question, you are hopeless Dastan. I suppose it has glossed my mind a few times. Why do you ask? ❞












