Swiftcurrent Creek spellcraft

happy to fade or keep going another round :)

that was easy enough.
"th-thank you, arric," lestan murmured, dipping his head respectfully as the giant man turned to presumably rejoin his place with arlette.
"well?" the mayfair asked with some brightness, peace in his honeyblue eyes for once. "wh-what s-sort of p-place do y-you w-want to s-sleep?"
he meant to spend several hours upon this tour, pausing at a cache of fresh fish and another for the tender meat of newly hunted venison before they began a stroll into the silver birches which lined their proud creek.