how long had the sorrow been there? surely, many things changed.
too -- too much!she protested, a little laugh lightening the atmosphere. but her gaze had approved of the deep hue, of the ram-horn's gloss. the stones too, gleamed to intrigue, and the necessity of food with the added pleasure of seasoning.
she wanted it all, but did not have enough. slowly elk charm slid the horn back to wardruna, then the feathers.
i keep, yes. for that. this.a trade of red for purple. she liked the colors together and hoped, suddenly, that her companion's spirits might rise even a little.
