“When should we follow?” Pyran asked as Saffi and Jase were about to disappear around a bend.
Tristram did not answer. He was trying to commit the image of Saffi and Jase’s departure to heart.
Two blonde haired siblings, hair golden in a bright blue morning. Hand in hand they walk away by a beautiful mountain stream, that courses through soaring gum trees…
Two blonde haired siblings, hair golden in a bright blue morning. Hand in hand they walk away by a beautiful mountain stream, that courses through soaring gum treesTristram frowned miserably. Though it was just in front of him, he couldn’t capture all the detail indelibly in his mind. In minutes, Saffi and Jase had turned a corner, and Tristram thought that he might never see them again. Why hadn’t he tried to give more of them to the
