The Sentinels Tam o' Shanter

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Flaris seemed a good man, gentle as all of the wolves of Donnelaith and just as handsome. She desired his friendship as much as his attention, and she was pleased to find that he might offer both. Starbuck grinned, she would not allow herself to be so shy that she was embarrassed by his kind and pretty words. You flatter me, sweet Flaris, she said. 'tis the sun that shines brightly, not I! Though she deflected the compliment, she did so teasingly, for secretly she took great joy in his flattery.

And it is not I that grows fairer each day, but the leaves of fall, whose color grows yet more brilliant. Giggling, Starbuck danced away another few steps, her footfalls light, her movements airy, as though she was but a scrap of fabric caught up in the breeze. Will you walk with me, dear Flaris? I would so love your company.