Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

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Etienne’s rejoinder implied that the pain was worth the price. Cambria could neither agree nor disagree, since he had no real frame of reference. He’d never really had anyone to lose until now, which was why he still remained frozen in place.

His companion’s voice broke into his thoughts, volleying the question back at him. The yearling blinked, tensing and releasing his muscles to get them working again. He puffed out a breath and resumed their leisurely pace around the shoreline.

I’ll have to think about it and get back to you on that, Cambria admitted. I haven’t had many noteworthy experiences yet, which just means the best is still ahead… right?

He drew in another steadying breath, releasing it in a low, slow whoosh. It was entirely possible this was as close as he’d come to a perfect day so far. Cambria realized that might be kind of pathetic, though a sidelong glance at Etienne’s face reminded him that it was still the truth.

Ignoring the various quivers in his belly, he posited aloud, Maybe something like today, pending further research. He would not soon forget it, though right now Cambria just wanted to savor it. Maybe it’s not perfect but it’s been pretty damn nice, spending time with you.

He caught Etienne’s eye and smiled softly. All too soon, their walk would end and they would go their separate ways. But true to his intention, Cambria endeavored to live in the present and, perhaps in doing so, derive a genuine reference point for his perfect day.