Hoshor Plains gentlelady

"it is no trouble to be your friend," lestan assured, and in a rush the fractured memories came to him; of white feathers and golden lakes, of a stag lifting its head, of a voice —
he struggled for breath, feeling consciousness darken, and grasped for kirain's presence with his own. "j-just a little lightheaded," lestan tried to explain away, though somewhere far distant his talisman was pulsating again, surging with the light to compel its master.
he could not! he would not! find himself mad before kirain.
never! never!
to the south, a huge lake dominated their scene, glittering even now with silvering trails of moonlight. west, the flatlands continued to spread, indicated by sprawling berry-bushes and dipping trails. to the east marched onward the sunspire mountains. north was led off by a river, and curious clouds of white steam struck the air in this direction as well.
an expert tracker even amidst his anxieties, lestan determined that west would serve their purpose while north would take them farther for adventure's sake. a glance granted his companion, the mayfair in silence while he waited for kirain's observation as well.