Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

in her mind is the voice of a man.

"Nothing is yours except what you can take. And if someone else can take it from you, it isn't yours."

she can't help but worry, she can't help but feel prickles of some age-old instinct. his reassurance is nice and she knows that kvarsheim is not exactly feeding an army but...

not grudging. unless you are. she pointed back but allowed there to be some befuddled amusement in her voice now. maybe we should coordinate something. for kvarsheim and bearclaw valley.

and why did petal feel the need to stick her nose into it? perhaps for some taste of control or certainty that things were good between them.