Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

crowfeather was there almost before germanicus realized it. the gentle footfalls drew his face toward the shape which separated from the darkness of the hollow.

words to say. words not to shape.

he met the shadow's eyes with a look that said much, even if there was nothing truly to say.

his heart ached. "i thought perhaps i would spend some weeks here. perhaps inform myself about kvarsheim and swiftcurrent creek."

yes. icarus' report had been a firm one.

germanicus inhaled. "mereo is gone."