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

seek? he had figured himself to be only traipsing as men do this time of year, unattached in the valley or elsewhere. his heart ached for wake, as if by coming far away and then returning he might reset the trajectory of love's obsession.
"i imagine witches have their own uses for starlight," lestan ventured, daring in a tiny way to see himself as such. as a witch.
he wanted to ask more about her, but that would require volunteering things about himself. and lestan desired that the gentle beauty of their meeting remain unmarred. "i followed and they led me here."