Mudminnow River every hermit crab needs a shell

"i d-doubt it's irrelevant," lestan said without thinking. his eyes widened in horror then! his lips pressing into a line that damned himself. "my a-apologies. i won't p-press," the mayfair offered in an attempt to rebound from his faux pas. 
were he of another species, lestan would surely appear a grimy haggard man stuffed into a bedraggled waistcoat. he might have even wiped his sweaty hands on it, taken right off his guard by frederick's easy smile. "yes. you w-would l-like it th-there."
"i — well. a-akavir is the one to a-ask. i know they had an old l-leader. and i th-think new leaders are th-there. you s-see th-that i am n-no help in th-this r-regard."
swiftcurrent creek. "akavir l-leads it. we're c-cousins. there are t-two other l-leaders, arric and arlette." another pile of grass slowly raised its head in a tiny heap. "dedicated to p-peace, b-but also g-great alliances of th-the entire r-region. t-trade and information."
overhead a kestrel cried, and lestan tilted his head to watch its path. "in f-fact, frederick," and thank all the fates he'd managed not to stutter over the other's name, "akavir h-has t-taken some others and g-gone to a v-very large g-gathering of m-many packs. if th-there — if it's in-information you n-need, he m-might have it wh-when he g-gets back."
at last the honeyblue of the mayfair's eyes climbed in morning glory shyness to the watered green of the other's gaze, but only for a moment.