Duskfire Glacier lust

thick, spicy grass? lestan tried to think whether or not he had ever scented such a thing. or seen one! "is it a spicy to sting the nose, or more a pleasant feeling?"
another jest, and his eyes lit with it.
a howl was rising from the direction of natigvik, and with it his name. he sighed a little and smiled ruefully. "you'll forgive me if we pick this up again another time, perhaps?"