"Isn't Val such a nice place, Rune?"
". . ."
Trina was leading him around their capital island now. Her actions earlier were intended to gather feathers from the passing citizens of Val. And after visiting a small shop run an old skyfolk woman, Rune now found himself wearing a small skirt of said feathers.
It was more like a loin cloth than a skirt in honesty--two flaps that covered his front and back. The level of exposure was naturally still quite high, but it was enough for Rune to feel more comfortable.
"Trina..."
It was sunset now and they were standing at the edge of one of a smaller island that housed a lake with a large tree in its center. He had tried to bring up the subject several times now. What they were doing and why she had brought him here. But Trina had continued to brush him off.
