i love you.eternally. fiercely. now and forever. their future had started here and lestan mayfair meant to do what he could to protect both the rise and kirain. they headed up along the watercourse, keeping along a dry trail. he had not liked that she had tasted the river but said nothing. she was her own wolf, her own soul; lestan would not move to stop that.
the land remained silent and almost horrendously devoid of life. once or twice he thought he might have seen a sparrow or an otter, only to turn and find himself mistaken. the longer the quiet grew, the more oppressive it became, and often he brushed his shoulder against that of kirain for reassurance.
the tall stones grew small behind them.
in time, from a small skin slung over shoulder, he offered her a woodpigeon haunch. but the witch himself had no appetite. he kept the water in sight, and here the ground grew rugged, hilly, sprawled with smaller trees and round boulders. lestan slowed.
does anything feel different?
to him, things had become quite the same.
