Stavanger Bay deixar lo sortir

always <3

the rosepink depths of elodie's eyes had often settled on lestan these days. he was morose, dour; he plodded along between she and shardik, grunting answers and refusing to speak unless he was addressed.
surf roiled, and the thunderheads in the distance reflected his own stormy mood. "it's been time to leave, elodie," lestan answered in the same monotone which had characterized his voice, as if only the leap of emotion made it shimmer into a hundred stammering pieces. "i am just not ready."
he trailed his paw across the wet sand. "i shouldn't be the one in charge of anything. shardik knows where the creek is."