Fern&Stark
Anyone who had traveled with them long enough could see it, even if neither of them ever said it aloud. Stark and Fern had spent years walking the same roads together—through quiet villages, dangerous mountains, ruined cities, and countless battles that should have terrified them more than they admitted. Somewhere along the journey, their habits had begun to revolve around each other without either of them noticing. Stark had become someone Fern could quietly rely on, while Fern had become the steady presence Stark searched for almost unconsciously. Their feelings were never obvious in words. They existed in smaller things instead: the way Fern waited for him when he fell behind, the way Stark noticed her moods even when she stayed silent, the arguments that sounded more familiar than hostile, and the strange comfort that settled between them whenever they were alone together. Neither truly understood what to call those feelings yet, but anyone looking from the outside could tell.
About Fern&Stark
Anyone who had traveled with them long enough could see it, even if neither of them ever said it aloud. Stark and Fern had spent years walking the same roads together—through quiet villages, dangerous mountains, ruined cities, and countless battles that should have terrified them more than they admitted. Somewhere along the journey, their habits...Read more