Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

*has just realized she has made no reference to lasher's injuries WHOOPS*

pain flickered in his newly-mended flank; blue willow would surely have his head once she came to know of how far her mate had roamed. but for the unkempt imp alongside him, lasher might not have roused himself to fleck the shores with the meandering tendrils of his desirous attitude.

her words brought a skipped cadence of longing to his heart; he did not wish to sever the thin threads of agreeability that bound them upon the sands, but nor did he wish to leave any stone unturned. "could you not think of a reason?" the spirit queried his lithe compatriot, head turned again by the fragmentary allurement that besotted her narrow features.

was it for a practical or sentimental premise that the stalwart seawitch dared not depart her shores? he wondered, but in truth he knew the answer, though taltos would not speak it aloud, for to give it flesh was to give it breath and existence as a barrier between them.