Dragoncrest Cliffs butterfly wings

It was not musical Chacal who came out of the woods to stride with him, but his flaxen-haired mother with a note of praise that made his heart soar. He smiled around the ptarmigan, finding joy where lately there had only been worry and now strife.

Manman, he said once he had deposited it to the ground and turned to face the lake as she did. I watched Chacal catch one of dese. I t’ought it must be impossible! Majik, he added. Den I caught one and now I know it is not. But dere do be majik, aye, manman?

He thought of the Listener. The memory of her face still unsettled him. She was of another world, he felt. Da loa, can ya tell me more about dem?