Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

Amazing! :D

Despite his own objection, Bushtit’s chest tightened at the rejection that came just as swiftly as the original invitation. He sucked in a steadying breath but said nothing. What was there to say? His dark eyes bounced between their two lovely faces, though they didn’t leave him hanging very long. One asked a question, which the other answered on his behalf.

I’m not lost, he said quickly. After a beat, he added, I’m actually on my way to deliver an important message. I’d better get going. But it was nice to meet you, even though they’d never even exchanged names. Um, take care.

When he turned to go, he couldn’t help but draw comparisons between this encounter and the one with Zephyra. The woman who’d raised him was so different from those he’d met out in the wild. It was really starting to throw him. But as he angled westward toward the river that bisected the Kintla and the Great Bear, Bushtit could only shrug and file it away for future contemplation.