Swiftcurrent Creek A Visit

“Your homeland is beautiful,” She comments, raising her eyes a little more now to see the trees as they ambled along. “I can imagine why you’d want to come back.” The green valley was a reprieve from her natal land of ice and stone. Tauris had no plans to leave it.

Her ears brushed fondly with the girl’s name.

“Her’s was the first friendly face I’d met in the valley.” Then with a little concern, “How has she been faring?”