Totoka River my cathedral is the badlands

with his new knowledge of what had transpired in the sound, lasher traversed near unto it with a somberness besetting his dark features. he dared not draw close again, for fear that the accent-toned male, whose voice hinted at long winters and cold rivers forded at nightfall, would not be so kind again.

and so he kept his steps away from the sound, though often he gazed wistfully in its direction -- he missed the sylph. but soon donnelaith's founding would be complete, and taltos rather suspected that he would have much work into which to fling himself.

a slow trot halted the man at the headway of waters, where a golden-eyed creature cloaked in shades of light stood. lasher chuffed in a friendly manner, but did not draw near, not yet.