Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

He invited her to stroll, and she accepted with a nod. Stepping to his side, she followed his lead and kept to a comfortable pace.

It was interesting to see the similarities and differences between Akavir and Viinturuth; she considered them to be ying and yang.

As he spoke about his experience as a lone wolf, she nodded and smiled to herself in understanding. “I tried it for a few weeks,” she admitted. “But it’s very different—lonelier, for sure. That kind of life doesn't work for somebody who loves talking as much as I do.” She gave him a look, jesting with an apologetic look.

“That’s how I ended up here. Akavir found me during a storm and offered me shelter to wait it out,” she snickered. “I’m still waiting it out.”