Bitterroot Valley dalnum

pls it's perf

A man.

Why did he gaze upon her? And what was it that was in that gaze and gruffly understood greeting?

She had never been a spirit reader, but wished she had tried to learn. If only for this meeting. A whimsically foolish thought. Youthfulness still controlled her thoughts it seemed.

He was, near concerningly, large. Sturdy. Only he did not seem a threat. Not right now.

Her eyes did not meet his own. They did not raise above that scar that laid chiseled into strong cheekbone like a river splitting a mountain.

Hver ert þú?

Curiosity laced her voice as a thoughtful look lingered upon facial features.