Deepwood Weald And we all love to sing along

and now I have to apologize!!!

two words—just two words. but they stopped him in his tracks, and he felt himself suddenly without breath, without speech.

just two words.

peace be, he managed in a wheezing whisper. his gaze fixed upon the tufts of her ears. i had a friend, once, who used that greeting. and i've never heard it since.

until now.

aditya, he introduced himself, inclining his head slightly. dutch's father. as i'm sure you know by now.