Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Fairy blue, it is only for you that I would crush the stars

lestan was diminished.
he wished to blame it upon being so far from the loch, gone from the golden lake so long that it had taken with it a part of himself.
but that seemed foolish. he had the creek now, and kvarsheim, and reverie. 
a goodly part of lestan felt that their ages had begun to yawn into a chasm. where he was settled, worried, she flitted about the world like a gilded butterfly.
he answered with a smile first, one that drove the contemplative exhaustion from his eyes for a boyish moment. "yes, of course," the mayfair said, willing this to be a touching day for the both of them. "where were you thinking?"
the man lestan, shelved for a moment.