[Worm]

Moira smiled, grabbing the paper and pen delicately. She wrote in her native script as Kerian reminisced about his family. It seemed oddly, lonely. At least compared to her own family life. She was constantly surrounded by her mother, father, brothers and cousins. She hardly had any time to herself. In some ways, the quiet of this strange man's home was welcomed. Yet, it left her wondering if he were from some foreign land. Especially when he mentioned having no mate.

While Moira's mother was much the same, pushing her to find a suitor, it was the way he called it a 'mate', rather than any mention of marriage. She wondered if he wanted to get married. He was a rather handsome man, after all. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't already have a mate... Then again... Moira was a desirable virgin, who at twenty years old, remained unmarried. She was picky. And the men in her village were all so desperate for attention, it made it hard for her to take any of them seriously. She wanted something that felt natural, like those in storybooks.

"I find it interesting how different your family is from mine." She smiled, marking her final signature with a curvy stamp before handing the letter to Kerian. She watched him carefully put it into an envelope and for some reason, she blushed again. She looked down at her sheets, trying to hide her pure nature. As the man handed her the book, her eyes lit up. "Oh, thank you!" She stroked the spine, feeling the weight of it. It was beautifully bound. "Its beautiful." She smiled sheepishly, flipping through it. It was written in a different dialect than her own, wondering if this was Kerian's native language.

"Be safe." Moira gleamed, watching the man leave her room. And for once in her life, she was actually alone.