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

mona blinked. it was surprising to know someone he did, though without the sudden, girlish flush that had accompanied learning of terance's connection to donnelaith. and somehow that all had ceased to matter to the girl so much. set adrift, she had sought her own way.
and for it she had ashlar, and indra. laurel. gannet. those she might not have met had she ever stayed outside the teekon. "i'd like that," the little cardinal murmured quietly. it would be a pleasure for ashlar, she knew. and though the idea gave her apprehension, she would be with gannet. that was all that mattered.