Swiftcurrent Creek And I can't help you fix yourself

Arric had been himself he had done what he could. He had given the girl her space. He had offered his pride and his gladness for her catch and yet it seemed. Disquiet reared its head and her reaction had him reeling and as such he didn't know what to do. He had done nothing wrong, what was wrong with this child.

He didn't know what to say, but he gathered the bird to himself. She had thrown it after all. 

He stared at it unsure. I'll take it to @Arlette. She can put it in your space to eat later.

And he lifted it and turned, a little deflated.

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