Jade Fern Grove They call it creeping, I say loving,

Of course.

Gossamer settled down to their side, and let a paw grace the surface of the water. Their crimson gaze was fixed on the ripples, but their ears were arched forward attentively.

I’m sure he will, little dove, in time. Hunst does not seem like the type of man to hold a grudge.

Hōkūlani next words are of interest. Different reasoning? Gossamer raised their head to look at her. Was she implying Hunst was only here to save his own hide?