Swiftcurrent Creek Restless Dreams

it had been a while.

he figured if maybe he went out and collected a bunch of stuff, by the time he came back she'd be back too. it was what led him here. picking along the creek in the night.

scents gently scattered but he didn't think he was actually waltzing through a real claim.

until he saw a swarthy man. seemingly enjoying the light drifting of snow that veran had come to hate. for it seemed to kill a lot of the good plants.

awkwardly he hovered, watching the man for a long moment.