chapter58 tail
This trip's been a real jackpot. Sorted out grub for a good few days, Scarlett's clueless with live critters—can't kill 'em, can't gut 'em. Asher, though, he's a pro. Grabs a pocket knife, plucks feathers, skins 'em clean as a whistle by the lake. His hands, long and fair, handle guts like it's no biggie, keeping cool as a cucumber. No fake airs, no high horse—Scarlett digs Asher's chill vibe the most. Whether he's kicking back confident playing poker on TV or casually dicing veggies, Asher's always natural, like moonlight on water, never just putting on a show for others.
Finished up early, Asher takes Scarlett's hand for a lakeside stroll. Birds chirping overhead, painting a pretty picture against the sky. Wild grass ain't like your typical lawn—tall and tough to step on—but Asher's unfazed. Wind picks up, sunlight shatters into a thousand golden threads on the water.