Swiftcurrent Creek running in circles, now look what you've done

the awqalli remained stoic, ear flicking toward akavir's words. she said nothing, only set down her grass-swathing of two fish and nudged it toward arlette.

the giant man was not stared at; muskrat examined him with great interest from the corner of her eye. he too bore a warrior's build! would he also deny that he was a fighter.

there was pride in her bearing, but she was silent. she did not need praise for a slave's work.