Blackfoot Forest Fehu

then that was off the proverbial table. he could not give a name and she was not a mind reader. whoever this mystery woman was, Huntington was not aware of them. plenty of 'soot-faced' women lived in the Teekons. plenty of darker colors. he spoke of the woodland being 'wrong', causing Huntington to look about the two of them. she saw nothing wrong. "would you like to go someplace else, then?" she was not forcing him to remain here, though she had been patient and listened to him so far. if he did not feel comfortable here, if he knew he did not tread here before, there was little point in remaining here. at least that was her logic. "you can, you know." she asserted as if he did not know he could.