Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

She seemed uncertain if Lestan would be agreeable to the thought—Akavir himself didn’t know the other Mayfair perhaps as well as he should, but rather than dwell on it as if it were a worrisome thing, he lifted his broad shoulders in. A gentle shrug. “Guess we’ll just have to ask him,” he offered, casting her a sideways glance—he could never get a read on this girl—it unnerved him in a way.

“What are your favorite places to explore or travel to?” He knew next to nothing about her—not where she originated, and only that some strange drama shrouded her with her brother. But he knew she lit up noticeably at the thought of exploration and scouting—and so, he was determined to explore the uplifted spirit of his comrade’s friend, rather than her spiraling woe.