Swiftcurrent Creek Within the sound of silence

since his — time — with reverie, lestan had done all his tasks in a dreamy sort of way.
he was recalling the very sweetness of her fur when he was called; startled, he fell from the stump upon which he had been sitting. shooting upward, he dabbed helplessly at the snow now clinging to his frame, shook off the worst, and pranced to meet arric's call.
he found his tall leader with a handsome stranger. lestan's cornflower eyes widened a bit and then he collected himself. "yes! yes, what uh, what can i do for you, arric? and —?"