Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

"y-yes. well. g-getting my b-bearings," lestan allowed himself to say. his tail shone in a shy wag; he crept closer. 
before he had not tried to ingratiate himself into the creek at all. now he had more desire to do so, more than he had expected. "i — i'm l-lestan. m-mayfair."