Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

springtime called and lestan left behind swiftcurrent to answer. splendid skills lent to tracking a far easier excursion toward the coastline. it was where he had ended and began. lestan had never planned to return and now here he was, entering some seaside forest as if it were the material of a satin resort.
he did not even hunt; he might have folded himself fawnlike at once to sleep were it not for the persistent gold of some nearby presence.
the mayfair and his explorations were rewarded by a vision of ginger cream so exquisite as to melt the heart. his mouth was hardwon not to fall open, and lestan stood unguarded in pleasant observation.
donnelaith called, somewhere; nearby; and their meeting was all the more gilded for it.