Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

akavir first, and then arric, each with their own brand of brusque care. lestan felt himself quail somewhat, but for the sake of reverie he held fast. "tybault came back," the mayfair said to arric first, wondering, assuming that the information of that man had been given to akavir.
"he tried to h-hurt reverie,"
— ophelia! the name tore through his memory.
"he tried to — he did hurt her," lestan forced on, looking into her worried, silent face. "so i-i," flummoxed, eyes moving from her to the ground, ears splaying;
then shoulders squaring, breath centered, indignation at the very tips of his auds as they trembled sharply upright once more; lestan mayfair looked to akavir and then to arric.
"i handled it."