Bramblepoint under pregnant skies she comes alive like miss leviathan

he nodded, not startled by the sudden appearance of peregrine. both males looked haggard and worst for wear since their last meeting, their features assaulted by the sheer lack of hope or even the barest hint of green. the druid gave a shuddering sigh and pressed his forehead momentarily against peregrine's neck. "blue willow has been gone for over a fortnight," he whispered tremblingly. "i had hoped ... "

but his words trailed away -- if the panther had given his sister succor at the caldera, surely he would tell taltos. the druid did not wish to think of the other fate that had befallen blue willow in these times of nothing and of famine, for he knew the tales of cannibalism that had haunted the old glen in times past.

"osprey is delivered of three healthy children, two daughters and a son. there is the silver lining of the day," he joked lamely, turning his eyes to search automatically for any flicker of movement.