Qeya River sloth

lestan was delighted. amalia was very polite also, a trait which endeared her to him at once. somewhere in his genetics there was a code for a courtlier sort of man than he was at present.
she spoke about an aunt and his ears lifted. "yes, let's head down toward that waterfall," he said, indicating the one a short climb back to ground.
she enjoyed stories too. lestan was doing his level best not to became immediately smitten. "where did you go? and did you say 'aunt willow?' i have a willow in my family too, a blue one."
he chuckled a little.