Larksong Grotto cranberry

"oh. i'm — you can call me dreamer."

he continued up the rockpath until buttery golden light fell across his scarred face, then barred him in broken glow as he emerged from the mouth of the grotto.

"i apologize. it has been a while since i was around anyone new." and he had become accustomed to it, to wilwarin and sunchaser and lightning shell acting as the center of his world.

at last wolf dreamer allowed himself to look at the woman. her spirals of gold thrummed with hard emotion. was it pain he saw? or was it only his own?