Big Salmon Lake frost on her pillow

she stared at him, and as the moments passed, he found that he was growing more tense. the blackthorn's words did not reassure him, but he sought a more gentle way to inquire at the identity of the lost. her fresh and open grief worried him beyond words, and so, caught betwixt heartache for finley and trepidation, lasher glanced toward the lake, then back to the girl. "have i also lost someone, milis-marc trodair?


surely she would know why he asked, and he would share in her grief, support her through the tears that burned salt upon her cheeks.