Swiftcurrent Creek No one loves the broken one

Sometimes there was nothing that could be done, sometimes the emotions moved like a river and no stones could stop it, only redirect it.

Perhaps he could be a stone of distraction.

Lachlan. He offered with a brief, wry smile. Uncertain how much of his normal peppy demeanor would be welcomed here. Worth a shot, even if he sank with the ship for it.

Not as good as Inkeri. Where that name come from?