Starglow Basin I'm sorry I'm the one you love

only a month left? soto hides his surprise. but he remembers feeling much the same with marciela. one moment they were locked in passionate embrace: the next, she's fat as a riverleech on a tapir -- and miserable, too.

que pasara? the question lingers between them. a long pause follows as soto organizes his thoughts -- which lately went every which way and refused to be herded.

nosotros crecemos. how much did leto know? nuestros enemigos se han ido. our enemies are gone. without them as a barricade, verapaz was free to spread its tendrils deep throughout the teekon.

but one thing at a time; a glint appears in the goldcoin of his glittering eye. tienes nombres elegidos?