<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/MAT_CAUTHON_by_solitarium.jpg)</div>Vyslav Nikolaivich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220839.msg10880224#msg10880224)<br/><br/>"Whoa there!" Vyslav snatched his hat back from the horse before it could get in a good chew and planted ti firmly back on his head.  "I'll come with you.  Maybe Valentine can help her."<br/><br/><div align="center">*  *  *</div><br/><br/>Still a young man, Vyslav had a knack for finding girl's interested in passion without strings.  He looked at Iolana's beautiful face, half dozing in the sensual daze, and wondered idly if just maybe a string or two might not be so bad?  Iolana was starting to get serious with an upstanding farmer from a few miles away.  It had already happened to most of his favorite playmates...<br/><br/>No, Vyslav wanted his freedom.  There was still a big lot of world out there too see, and he'd barely begun.  He woke Iolana with a kiss. The barely blond girl stretched and whispered, “ready for more, handsome?”<br/><br/>Vyslav chuckled softly, “Always, little one.  But you need to get back up to the house before your father comes looking for you.”<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Vyslav gave old Gustav a sharp salute and young Alexandrov a sympathetic grin.  It wasn't so long ago that he--apprenticed to become a part time watchmen--had stood in those shoes.<br/><br/>"If there's life still in her, Gustav, we need to get her tended soon, and by someone with more leach craft than I.  Or at least more grey hairs."  Exposure was a common ailment in these parts.  The wisdom of old wives and cunning grandfather's might include some trick that could save the girl's life--maybe her fingers and toes as well!  "Have you seen Valentine about?"<br/><br/>