Sleepy Fox Hollow Steady drifting, you're slowly dancing

Etienne named each of the artefacts at his feet. Anselm's passing glance rested on the honey, wondering what injuries Etienne had gone through to obtain so sweet a cache.

Part of him felt a sting of jealousy when Fiona was mentioned. It died away when he realized that there was more to the story Etienne had yet to share. He would learn it in time, he was sure.

Tell me how. Anselm was not so confident in himself to offer a glimpse of vulnerability. He would administer his own potions, even though once not so long ago, Etienne had bent over the Sonnewasser and tended his every bodily complaint.