An owl started hooting far off into the forest, by that time Donya Hart had already woken up. She gazed on the little human boy in the dark, mattress beneath them still damp from the day's rain or last night's activity. When she woke up, she managed to find one of his shirts that fit well and slipped it on before heading back into bed.
Donya wondered about many things, about how long until earth's annihilation by either aliens or the sun, about that project she managed to buy time on completing. About a new rogue hideout to be invaded over the weekend.
However, all that filled her head now were thoughts of him.
She ran a finger down his cheek. How can he be so unlike others?
Before, when talking to a new guy they would always find some way to make it awkward. Whether it was overcomp
