King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

mona was not sure she had understood the finer points of what had transpired in delight's love life, but the gist she conceived. her ears folded back against her small skull at the powerful retelling of the story delight sought to give her. brienne — now mona too wished to know what had happened, and where she had truly gone. and mato; mona fancied herself no stranger to love, and thus experienced enough to suspect that delight loved this wolf a great deal. indeed, had loved both of them fiercely and the fire remained, at least in part
"your heart is so great, delight," mona purled wistfully, her girlish soul quite stricken by the idea that her beloved leader was all along in the world. or was he? the mayfair blinked. "and mato ... ?" he was here, in tindome, was he not? a shadow, some shade well-regarded by delight. what had come to pass between them since? from the sound of it, the young sylph had not settled into some rich romance with the boy.