Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

"and you, akavir?" muskrat asked with a blank directness. taking the proffered fish, she chewed with gusto, remembering when she had pulled this very spread of scales from the water.

mae's mother had left. this would bring rage to any child. what did it do to the heart of a man?

her mind moved in waves of sorrow for a moment, cloud singer's handsome, grinning face emblazoned upon the center of her mind. what would have happened had she married him? he had not been a part of the warrior's society; he had been a healer, and his touch indeed evoked the green places inside muskrat.

she slammed shut her thoughts upon cloud singer, flicking bones from the edge of the little grassy hillcliff on which they sat beneath the dry tree.