Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

likewise, lasher found the plateau to be the end of his days, and though perhaps in the sorceress' eyes his invitation swelled with the fruit of promise, he had found that as of late his body was less responsive to the largess of his responsibilities. he took solace in blue willow's presence, and pleasure in the achievements of his children, but the ageing of his mortal form was a proverbial thorn in his side.

"no," he murmured truthfully, wondering if his view of their tenuous bond was quixotic at best. he was silent then, and glanced out to the licking surf, nares flaring at the slight salt-flecked breeze that rose from the ocean's breath then, tendriling about the pair.

taltos let his eyes rest upon her again, and his mouth tipped into a cogitative bow. they were without an inkling of the future beyond their own assumptions; he could not be persuaded from his pine-forest, and she could not be removed from the shores.