Dahozhoni Meadow Here where I once

oh, his sweet summer rain. 

so much strife caused by his softness for her - so much anger brewed in the hard glint of her father’s gaze. 

soto did not advance. yet warmth sparked in his remaining eye to see her recognize him, to speak his own lyrical language. 

someone at the palace must be giving her lessons. he wondered — with a knife twist to his heart — if it was one of verapaz’ recently defected. 

mejor ahora. como estas, mi perla?