Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

vedre did not have the same punch as val’s longwinded name, but he supposed there were worse names out there.

val the valiant - a brave and iconic name for a man reduced to tears by a single drop of sea-spray. val’s face twisted ruefully.

i do seem to have a way with things. he flicked an ear as he drew to a comfortable sit a respectable distance from the pool. i’m glad to hear a little food and rest was all you needed. it bemused val at times just how much the body was reliant on this duo; biologically speaking, it seemed like poor planning.

as far as kisses went, val started. their last encounter, he had very much viewed her as a child — he understood dwin enough to know she might resent this inference, but when one is four times older than the thing they speak to, the age chasm can appear quite wide. val shuffled in stifled discomfort.

dwin was older now — by all accounts, an adult in the eyes of many. from val’s fatherly perspective, he wondered if chantale (or heaven forbid, miette) would ever be in dwin’s position — encountering an unknown male alone. he hoped for all of sapphique’s daughters that the road and its travelers would be kind to them. i seem to remember last time, you did not seem keen on an old man’s presence. as you should be - not everyone wants to be kind to loners. now that you have some miles under those gnome feet, what has changed? what fantastic things have you seen?