Seems we’re Alone

Griesla fell into step beside him with effortless grace, her pale skirts brushing the dirt in whispering folds.

The delicate ruby chain around her neck shimmered as a stray beam of sunlight pierced through the drifting dust, scattering crimson light against her throat

Together, she and Jusin moved toward the gate, their strides mismatched at first, his heavy and reluctant, hers measured and purposeful, but gradually syncing as they passed through the last row of pens.

Their figures began to diminish against the stretch of fences, outbuildings, and low wooden awnings, two silhouettes framed by the slow swirl of dust kicked up by their boots.

The further they went, the more the hold seemed to fold in around them, absorbing them into its quiet rhythm until they disappeared beyond the gate's wooden arch.