Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

pleased that the other had accepted of his gesture, lasher watched delightedly the antics of his fellow, beaming at the irony that the blue marked creature would choose a bloom of a similar color for the touch of his teeth. "yes," he answered, remembering the last breaths of that finely antlered creature at their first meeting. "i must say, it is as pleasing as you claimed." 

afraid to linger long upon the silverfish leap of luke's eyes, taltos presently glanced to the horizon. words failed him for a moment, as they had during their first interlude -- he swiftly found himself no less enamoured of luke's corporeal loveliness and charming demeanour. "i find myself strolling far these days. wandering."