Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Fairy blue, it is only for you that I would crush the stars

fool man, fool, fool man; too inside himself to notice, too ignorant of women to understand. and so to his melancholy eyes reverie had no change; he had not even noted her scent, consumed by guilt —
we need to talk.
lestan's brow furrowed; he stopped in their path and peered quizzically at her. had she some inkling of his internal monologue? "what is it?" the man asked softly.