Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

val startled when dwin jumped awake. in the dark he’d not seen she’d been sleeping — guilt briefly lit his features.

it relieved him to see her well and alive. truthfully val had wondered after her survival in the months that ensued; once or twice he’d hoped to find her at the sound, but as always the strand was cold and he alone.

she’d forgotten his name. had he even given it? his memory of their conversation blurred with time but pieces still stuck to memory and brought a smile to his face. hadn’t he likened her to a dead seal?

that is perhaps the most creative way i’ve heard someone frame that they’d forgotten a name. he took in a deep breath, recalling one tidbit about their conversation. he’d shared a name with her grandfather. valravn elwood dahomey-rivani-eyjolfur. but you can call me val. you don’t look like a dead seal anymore. what magical things have you seen since we last talked?