Hoshor Plains gentlelady

lestan was very grateful for how easily kirain changed subjects, and equally guilty for being so evasive. if there was no love between wake and herself, the mayfair did not want to belabour her with talk of it.
with talk of his own emotions, of his own feelings.
"we'll do it that way, th-then," lestan agreed, sniffing already for scents. "maybe some rabbit? i do sm-smell duck, too, however."
behind them they would leave the plains, forging westward. and while it was not a place he knew, he would come to understand it.
"we will keep l-looking for chamomile on the way," he decided, smiling in a glance to her.