Mudminnow River every hermit crab needs a shell

adrian. for a long moment the mayfair considered, paws still as mind sought attunement. "i'm a-afraid i h-haven't s-seen anyone b-by that f-face," he at last said, rather sadly as he had beheld that galaxy of emotion which swam through frederick's eyes.
"i d-do know wh-what it i-is to s-search f-for s-someone," lestan murmured next, raising in hopes that their gazes met. "endlessly, it f-feels. and th-the emptiness th-that c-comes with it." he let out his breath and pushed a small tower of grass over in gentle falling. "s-sometimes it f-feels as th-though l-life h-has stopped."
empathy rose on warm wings. lestan had never shied from helping another; he was most fulfilled when he sank his spirit into a quest of this sort.