Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

lasher did not wish to skip to conclusions, but the scent of the caldera wound tightly through the man's fur, coupled with his vague and saddening words -- it set the druid to wondering. however, refusing to assume a stance on such an elusive basis, lasher set his mind to creating a reply. "is loving him worth the pain in your heart?" the man inquired gently.

his love of the witches had inspired severe agony in his heart over the years, but it had also hardened his resolve to adore them for their fault, rather than in spite of them. while the pain had been breathtaking at times -- deirdre, sweet deirdre -- taltos had not lost that force of will. perhaps this young man could do the same; use the sting of love to create a determination within himself.