Swiftcurrent Creek trio of dreams

vague on timeline placement! <3

lestan sought @Arlette that day, consumed by thoughts of self less flattering than they had been in some time.
ears cupped, listening; golden notes; golden feathers.
he dropped his head and pushed doggedly on for where the healer made her den. a gift of duck-down was carried carefully in a wide leaf, though the wind stole a feather or two on the way.
covering it all for the sake of keeping, lestan called a polite note for the kind woman, wondering if there was anything to be done about his lifelong malady.