Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

singing and dancing. "i would like to see you flit about like a woodland sprite," lasher joked past his heavy heart. luke's extension of pair of ears to listen was warmly received, though taltos did not feel as though he should trouble his new friend with melancholy words. instead, he stretched and gave luke a vaguely tantalizing gaze, one that trailed off to behold the bobbing heads of the flowers roundabout them.

"what other sorts of things do you like to do?" he inquired, extending his muzzle to lip the ragged edge of one interestingly purple wildflower, vivid in its understated beauty.