Lost Creek Hollow una tortura perderte

but that was all. silvertongue saw the glitter of his eyes and set her own stubbornness up, a stumbling block. akavir was ending things with her due to guilt and disgust, sparked the growing belief, and silvertongue was reeling back from the mayfair as swiftly as she was able. the tearing hurt all parts of her proud spirit, but she would show no more of it now. nothing again. "goodbye, akavir," the star said softly, mustering a small look that managed to be genuine despite her internal flight from being left to hold the corners of their ill-fated mutual adoration. fighting the fierce urge to turn back into riverclan, silvertongue stayed as she was, moon-limned and clutching the remnants of her pride to an aching chest.