Big Salmon Lake Can I get a connection?

Stubborn, stubborn. He gives her a narrow look as she speaks, and lets the barest of snorts escape his nostrils, but says no more. It is her prerogative. Everyone has lessons to learn in life; he simply does not want hers to be more difficult than necessary. The summer heat is hanging on doggedly; perhaps winter is farther off than he thinks.

Then again, some say that brutal summers beget brutal winters. What might come late might also come with a vengeance.

She manages to get him to chuckle dryly at her joke, though he covers it up with a roll of his eyes. "I suppose I can bear it," Llewellyn murmurs, one corner of his mouth turned upwards in a half-smile. "I've no choice in the matter, really." This friendly girl would cling onto him whether he likes it or not. Secretly--or perhaps not--he looks forward to it.