Northstar Vale my emaleth, my soul

she stepped lightly, ethereal despite the denial of her words, and lasher smiled, recognizing the girl also. i know you are not, he murmured. it was a game that got quickly out of hand.

dawn came quickly now, and he paused to lean into the thin warmth cast by the early sun before he turned his eyes upon the girl. i am not a witch, though i have served wolves who called themselves thus, taltos answered truthfully, wondering if his honesty would send her fleeing him once more. but she seemed changed since they had spoken — older, and somehow with some of her youthful gaiety muffled.

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