Swiftcurrent Creek golden

lestan shook his head, again! it seemed he would always do this. "oh, reverie, my sweet! there is nothing for which to apologize." gallantly he lifted her small paw with his own, and brushed the top with a kiss. "i think out loud, you see, which surely applied more pressure than i meant. no," the mayfair went on. "you can't leave bjarna or kvarsheim. and i can't leave the creek."
not now. maybe when they were settled and stable, with babies to come.
hot under the collar now, squirming. 
"i won't forget you. and i don't believe you'll forget me either," lestan said in a soft and determined tone. "let's get through till spring."