Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

He didn't do much when the golden girl turned and pressed affectionately upon his brow, he merely stared with a sleepiness that hadn't yet shaken in the directon of the ruddy girl; subtly, he rejected Niamh's attention by shifting his weight and letting Screech's eyes drift along, and as his gaze landed on the distant lick of flame on the periphery of his vision, he affixed his gaze upon Ceara. He watched her, maybe recognizing her from the odd moment before - when they'd slept in the den together, short and faraway as that moment in time had been - and the stranger (for that is what he felt like) stopped gasping for relief from the sunlight. His jaw seemed to tense as he closed his mouth, but he still said nothing, and merely stared.