Swiftcurrent Creek violet curse

In the deep Atlantic blue of his eyes she saw a trace of something she had seen long ago. While she’d been too young then to really understand her attraction, she saw him now and found herself admiring him once again for the handsomeness of his face, now that it was warmed with a faint smile.

Shardik.

The mere mention of the name caused her to freeze. She glanced to the side- where Lestan had been, but he’d left. 

Swordfish’s gentled voice floated on, drowned out by the memory of Sobo’s screams. His question was the only phrase that reappeared in her consciousness, emerging as if She’d had her head underwater for the rest of it.

What? She asked, giving her head a shake. Oh, Uhm, ‘ere, yes- He’d asked her how she’d been settling. What had his answer to her question been? She couldn’t remember. 

Surely, Lestan hadn’t said Shardik. This was just the baby brain lingering.

Well I gave birt’ de day after I got ‘ere so…It ‘ave been a swift an’ thorough settling, I guess, She said with a brittle laugh. We ‘ave a den, but it ‘ave much to be desired still… She said, trying to steer herself into easy conversation, so he might not ask why she’d been so distracted.