Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

his eyelids had fallen to half mast, but he reopened them at the other's words. here was a man of the spine -- tonravik's man, but he did not hold the feral savagery lasher knew to be tartok's legacy. "the storm did not touch our lands," he murmured, shifting in the water so that he could look more fully upon the other. "what of yourselves?"

the male seemed agreeable enough, so after a pause taltos gave a gentle clearing of his throat. "tonravik must have been delivered of your children since we last met, yes? i trust they are well?" he asked out of curiosity, but also because he cared for the bear-witch, as firm and cold as she had been toward him in their meeting. it was her nature, and lasher did not hold it against her.