Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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there was a tale behind the jovial language and green eyes. lasher settled himself upon the bank. ashton was quite young to have helped deliver a great lot of children; he wondered how long the boy had been practicing the art of herbalism. he was an interesting sort, and had not the caldera and the plateau's strife separated them, lasher would have been happy to spend more time with the golden child.

will fox let this happen, your aid? taltos inquired, not bothering to hide the wry twist of his lips. he had known the ruby; she did not take lightly to things she did not understand.