Swiftcurrent Creek As my garden grows aches and the turf drinks old rain

"just here, i think." lestan's voice was a mumble; he stumbled away from kel and sat down in the wet grass, where he called long and loud for @Arric, @Akavir, and his own golden fairy, whom he had no idea was in possession of a child.
or that @Moss might also be along.
he panted out. "you might stay and retrieve whatever thanks or reward my hide could fetch," he joked, airily, crazed, tucking the deer-bone under his paw.