Herbalists' Cache sweet smoke

he was silent.

meleys followed suit. love was not how the lanzadoii won, nor by which they marched. such things might maim strength, and love was only something built after a framework had been closely built into its rightful place.

love.

maybe it had only been because they had been children, and she had been the first to touch his heart.

his throat scorched.

some fear touched the chieftain, and he forced his breath through its pressing nip.

he had her. he had her.