Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

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oh, what was her name, and how could he have forgotten it so swiftly? it did not occur to the boy that she had not yet offered her title till he heard it extended upon the silver chalice of her tongue, almost swallowed by her hasty explanation. armand leant gratefully into her warmth, for the winds had begun in earnest, and rattled his skeletal body within its ragged cloak until his teeth clacked together rather inelegantly. "i meant to hurt you, for i am a miserable beast, olive," he admitted — her intentions had been pure, and his own malicious.
"what sent you here, to this place?" he inquired, wishing with all his heart to believe that this gentle wolfess had been compelled to find him, to soothe him beyond the scattered barbs of his anger. armand closed his eyes and willed himself to stop shuddering — so pathetic he was! and so weak.[/tr][/td][/table]