bliss!
i do th-think i am qu-quite happy, kirain,lestan murmured aloud. beyond them, the honeysuckle scent blurred with the whir of cicadas, and the desultory tones of birdsong; he heard the cooing of doves somewhere in the canopy above, the splash of otters in the nearby stream.
summertime, one of peace. one of love. one of healing.

