Lost Creek Hollow The moonlight's a path we can travel down

she was silent as he spoke, glancing at her small son thoughtfully. unable to keep the play of emotions from racing across her features, mona lowered her muzzle to nudge ashlar gently. ”i think i saw a big frog under those bushes,” she murmured, indicating a small knot of shrubs not far off. ”can you look for me?”
when the boy had sped off with an excited chortle, mona returned her attention to gannet. understanding vied with trepidation upon her countenance — she told herself that in this she could not be selfish.
”you would not be happy here without rannoch and liffey, and their children, gannet.” he was as devoted to the young brood as he was to ashlar, and this tearing would cost him greatly.
”i couldn’t ask you to stay,” she finished ruefully, though a harsh pain had begun to throb in her soul. ”i have been waiting for indra to come back.”