Swiftcurrent Creek silver ribbons

reverie seemed to speak with great effort, and he found himself worried as she seemed to char once more. his brow knitted and he came even closer. "you must have suffered a great deal, to lose her." his eyes were solemn. "i don't think you're weird at all. i think we — become odd when we live an odd life."
and certainly she related to that. lestan cast his eyes about the snowy trees, the trickling stream, and then back to reverie. "i won't be missed here for a bit," the man declared with a jaunty lash of his tail. "why don't i walk you back to kvarsheim? that way we can keep talking, and you don't have to be alone."
he was quite wary for her sake, though he could not articulate her malady. lestan knew only that she must be protected.