Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

they walked in a companionable silence. mahler was not a creature who invited or considered friendship, having little use for such. but aria had proven herself an intuitive creature, cognizant of when to speak and when to be still. for that, she had gained the man's esteem. 
the pair had neared their destination, and mahler paused to turn his cool lavender gaze upon the woman. "i vill take this to chusi now." her icewater eyes perhaps held him for a moment; mahler straightened. "perhaps at a later time, ve might hunt together."