Northstar Vale sand willow

whatever gloom had been in him was replaced.

tamar saw softness there now and warmed to it. "i am tamar. and i think so, too. it is very beautiful here." she paused. bartholomew had declined her offer to search and she suspected he would turn down her next extension of a proverbial olive branch. 

"i am afraid i do not know my way around, not yet. have you discovered any dangers in the vale?" she chose to keep their speaking light, lest either of them slip back into melancholy.