Kintla Flatlands Open letter to hummingbirds

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he watched the shadows of their paws enfold one another, gazing intently at the mesh of raven fur against the dark ecru of his own, and at length he sighed, seeking peregrine's malachite eyes with a surge of love beating hopefully in his breast. i spoke harshly to you at the borders, mo diabhal, he breathed. i was wrong also.

taltos let silence be born anew. with blue willow to bear his children, and fox to bear peregrine's, there was not time to steal moments with one another, had his heart fully softened had he wanted it so. the proud angle of peregrine's jaw even now inflamed him, but lasher turned his eyes away after a moment, unwilling to promise what could not be.