Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

The suspended silence between them did not last long, although he was not quick enough to answer her question before she moved on with exposition. Like many women he had encountered, this slender shadow was more suited for the life of a gardener or herb-keeper. It was a useful skill; and lucky that he should encounter someone like her so soon, considering his habit of throwing himself headfirst in to danger. That said, Revui had mentally placed her in to a very specific category of persons and begun to wall her away. He had to do it, because thinking of her kind gave rise to what he was missing of Moonspear, and that was all behind him. He wanted to be done with it and to live his life, but couldn't succeed if he pined for Kukutux at every turn. So, in to that box she would go - buried, cemented-over, tucked away where proper connection could not occur.

My family is one of warriors, he explained, his tone sharp at first but fading to something other. It felt like someone else's voice was coming out of his body. It is all I was taught, like you and your plants. It had never occurred to Revui that he'd had any other option, and the same was true here: he was a man, and men fight. She was a woman, and so far, that meant she would be designated to any wild gardens in the valley. A poor choice, he decided in the next moment — she seemed sharp, capable of more. His gaze roamed across her wiry body without consideration to how it might look to her - but Revui's expression did not change.