Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul

Akavir and Mae were doing so well. Part of Arric felt a little sad not to be word sparring with either one. But his better half was glad for them both  perhaps they would mend their rift. He could only hope.

A tilt of his large head. And he bowed down.

Talk to you both seen. I'll come talk at ya tomorrow maemae.

Then he'd turn and escort Arlette out while feeling a little bit lost.