#*yaphier

As one of the few group members Kieran had interacted with before embarking on their journey, Yaphier was…not quite a welcome presence but certainly not an unwelcome one.

Kieran liked cities almost as much as he like the woods. It was easy to get lost, easy to make himself small, unknowable. He’d take a city over a town any day; in small towns, everyone knew everyone else and that made Kieran intensely uncomfortable.

Getting to know people, though? Having to force himself not to stay lost?

It was more than enough to make him anxious.

So he found himself quietly falling in step with Yaphier as she left the inn, more than comfortable to walk in silence until he was forced once again to converse.