Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

She talked—a lot, mind you—and he listened. Aspects of the story meant little to him in that moment, for he did not know her past, or much of her to be honest. The Gilded Sea was the name of a place he had never heard of—but what did perk his interest most was Brecheliant—and he felt a sting of guilt and resentment for the pack he had left behind… and the pack which had allowed his daughter to be bartered for a political marriage.

It would seem the rambling girl, whimsical in many ways and nonsensical in equal fashion, enjoyed traveling, and given her and Lestan seemed joined at the hip, despite their different packs, Akavir made a mental note to give the younger Mayfair more leeway for travel—perhaps it was something that could bring a contentment to the girl.

He remained in her company for a few more moments. A quiet discussion—but soon he would dismiss himself, looking once more to find soft furs to line the chosen den of Jakoul, and what she desired.