Swiftcurrent Creek silver ribbons

"well!" lestan began, then wondered how old reverie was, that she did not understand winter. "a rogue is someone who sneaks about and gathers secrets, either to guard or to trade. and winter is —" the mayfair gestured to the new snow and the frost clinging to the tips of the branches. "this is the beginning. but it only gets worse now, colder. the food is less easy to find."
but his voice was trailing away, for he had seen her stutter and stop, how she had seemed to strike an invisible wall and stood there confused and soft and struggling.
"reverie, how long, uhum, how long have you — forgotten things? thoughts?" vaguely he was beginning to sort her reactions as trauma, though in his lack of medical training, he had no word for what he saw.