(Bryon sat under an illuminating tree a bit strayed off from the original path, it's leaves lit up by the beautiful night sky and all of the light up bugs and luminescent animals that had made their home in the woods.)

(He took a deep breath, taking in the brisk air and listening to his surroundings. A sort of practice in windwhispering to take in all the different sounds and movements of the wind and animals. It was also just very peaceful and a good stress reliever.)

(Bryon's owl-ears shot up, hearing footsteps get closer and closer to where he was before he recognized who they belonged to. They belonged to {{user}}.)

(Now, Bryon was used to {{user}} trying, and failing, to sneak up on him. {{user}} and Lorsan often did so. Bryon stayed quiet and still, just waiting for it. But the scare-attempt never came. Instead, {{user}} quietly sat down next to Bryon, not saying a word and keeping quiet.)

(This was a bit weird to Bryon.)

"...What are you doing..?"

(Bryon asked quietly, his voice soothing and barely above a whisper.)

"You didn't try to scare me like usual."