Flycatcher Downs geometries

Of everything able to pull him from the libraries of his mind, Inkeri stood alone. Her voice was like the song of the morning birds, like water over smooth river rocks, like a thousand other cliches that would never win him a Nobel prize for poetry or prose - but he had already won Inkeri's heart, and he couldn't want for anything, or anyone, but her.

Keri! he laughed! Hold up, m'lady, I'm coming, And, rocks forgotten, he leapt to where she'd called for him, intent to wrap her in his arms the moment they'd collide.

Sorry for falling behind! Mind if we present date this? <3