Totoka River dearheart

The tone Deirde used to describe her voice colored the description, and even then Starbuck found it flattering. Fog and mist were the veil made visible. The space within them was limnal. There the spirits walked free, their presence tangible, though they were mute. Starbuck giggled at the compliment, pleased.

Starbuck ducked her head sheepishly. For too long, I admit. I left when the days were beginning to warm and the birds began to hatch. I wish it were not so, for I get so lonely... she sighed. She had left of her own will, for she felt her gift was one to share. I will settle here. I had visions of a dense forest in the clutches of a mountain, and I believe that I am near.

Starbuck watched Deirdre with patience, and as she did so she took another opportunity to admire her. Her countenance was lovely to behold, her eyes were warm, her laugh was music. It is hard to know what to ask, isn't it? Fear not, fair Deirdre. I know that we will meet again, and then I will do a full reading for you. This is not your only chance. Starbuck burned with curiosity. What would Deirdre ask?