Northstar Vale The good that's left undone.

her nostrils told her of a familiar scent.

"glaukos!" tamar cried, moving from the brilliant red of the maples. she climbed the slopes toward him. he would see the changes in her; the tiredness, the looseness of her belly, the new curve to her hips. but he would also see her happiness, her joy, her contentment as she came to stand panting before him.

"i have not seen you for so long!"

she noticed then he smelled of nothing, and her brow furrowed in confusion.