Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

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his rest was perturbed by the not unwelcome approach of the strait's ragged sylph. noting her coy stride, lasher recognized her at once, but did not move from his pose until she had drawn rather near. he did not need the posturing of his species' role-demands; taltos invited the seawitch into his inner presence with a gentle wave of his plume, a guttural flicker of sound in his throat reinforcing the gesture.

the druid had missed her salt-rimed sarcasm and cold demeanour; his heart had been smitten by her at one time, and his gaze floated over the remembered beauty of her oddly tattered visage. but he did not speak; there need not be words betwixt them if no meaning was to be had.