Sequoia Coast look to your soul for these things that you know

likewise, many questions for the brinemaid danced salaciously upon the very tip of his tongue, but lasher would never speak such things unless they were drawn from him, extricated, rather. she pulled aside; the interested upthrust of her ears brought his title burbling to his lips, unable to stop the smile that spread them into a bow. "lasher. also called taltos." caiaphas. it was not a name he would have suspected; it suggested the dusty pillars forgotten in halls of memory, but lined with the gold of an elegance he had always attributed to the sylph. 

his words were in grave danger of baltering, and so he did not speak them; no, lasher turned his eyes upon her -- caiaphas -- her precious sea and its cold heads of foam lapping slickly the sands. the ocean had come to calm him these past few months, and he would not be without it. nor her, the druid told himself silently.