Jade Fern Grove chafa

six months ago the lashing of the raven's anger against the stone of her heart might have broken the scant wall, reduced silvertongue to angered tears. and they did try to creep, burning her throat, stinging her eyes. but she would not give in, and stood hard and firm and resolute before him. "he was nothing to you," she breathed. "he did not take the same things from you. there is no way for you to understand why i wanted to kill him beyond everything else in the world. yes. even love." but she watched him now, searching the pained, enraged golden eyes; "i know about eshe," came her fernleaf whisper, poised as if to steal the man's very footing. but there was no rejoicing in her, and no pity. only understanding. "are you not exhausted by your anger? i have wronged you but i will not apologize for wanting the end of germanicus. nor what i lost." silvertongue gazed up at akavir. "i want to share with you again. i want to be for you at least in part what i was before. you are not alone!" she cried, at last softening somewhat, stricken.