Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

no home. oh, lasher wanted to grant him one, and he looked to his happy little daughter, frolicking upon the beach among the sand and waves and shells. she had evinced no distress in the presence of the golden man, to whom taltos' eyes were soon drawn again. he let his gaze travel unashamedly over the effeminate, coy features, the strong, slim limbs, the shyness and the youth that comprised the boy's features.

he was smitten, of course, but that is not why he said what he would in the next moment. intrigued, of course, wanting to know more of renoir, but the creed of donnelaith dictated that he left no wolf alone in the elements, and so lasher smiled warmly. "souhaitez-vous une maison?"