#scolai

@sawyerisims

@bearandbrave

Taisce watched Scolai fiddle around with the flora and fauna on the table, stripping leaves and crushing stems. His fingers were stained from a long afternoon and his hair shone, lightly bronzed in the sun. Stepping down from the porch, she sat down by him at the table and interrupting his work. Brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek, Taisce felt the stubble of the day and grinned. Scolai grinned gently back.