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@Ash Paw @Silvertongue for reference (presuming they're the main authority?), but anyone is welcome <3 trying to get more acquainted with the rsv fam. also leaving semi vague until other threads are complete
On pleasantly tired legs, Wren returns to the Valley. She'd never realized how flat the grasslands here were, with only the backdrop of picturesque mountains, tinted rose with mid-evening sunlight. It brings a warm feeling, being able to call it home now; the sprawling fields, lit with fireflies and budding flowers.
She hadn't seen Akavir - or anyone else from the Creek, for that matter - since the little stunt in the holler. Though her season had subsided, home was not some place she felt comfortable going just yet. But! She had heard tale of two other neighbors within these lands, and what better way to get on her leaders' good sides than by being a diplomat?
So to Riverclan's doorstep she goes, a gift of a hare snug between two jaws, still warm yet cleanly killed.
She is greeted. A feathery girl, wispy and thin, not unlike a catbird. She speaks in a foreign tongue, one that sounded almost like that of her father's, but distinctly different. She makes an attempt at mirroring it no less; perhaps there would be some mutual understanding.
Ti ho portato un regalo,
It is weird and rusty as it falls from her lips, her tongue moving in strange ways. She supposed many months of letting a language grow dormant would do that to you. The hare is dropped at the base of long-haired feet, a courteous but thin smile taking its place. Yeah, I guess I'm still new here. I joined Swiftcurrent a few weeks ago. Heard we had neighbors and figured I'd come say hi.
Blink, blink. Oh. Right. Names exist and are important. I'm Wren, by the way.
Il piacere è mio,
is her response, red-nosed and joyfully relieved her gift had not been taken for granted, however small it may be. Despite this, there is an aura of caution around the woman now known as Silvertongue, or maybe the stench of jealousy. Wren furrows a brow at that; it was an instinctually woman thing to be given that catty, sharp-edged look, one that did not match friendly words that came from a smiling mouth. But still, never before in her life had she experienced it. She wasn't exactly a paragon of the male gaze.
It's alright,
If she had hands, she would have exaggeratedly made a 'so-so' motion with dazzling fingers. Akavir and Arric are nice enough. Haven't really gotten the chance to get to know 'em. I guess I came at a weird time,
with that, she slumps into a sit. heard you guys have been dealing with some, uh, girl named Almalexia?
Her shoulders move in a shrugging motion; nonchalant, as if it were everyday girl-talk. Akavir's got a real stick up his ass about it.
She sounds like a real bitch,
Wren hoots, a twisting smile crossing her features. hopefully she stays gone. Poor old guy's head might explode.
A hind paw reaches up to scratch behind an ashen ear, a sigh pushed from the corner of her mouth. So,
her eyes wander back to the seafoam of Silvertongue's own, pressing at her as if they may pop right out of her head in a cartoonish manner. Wren shifts, suddenly, sitting upright and making herself as straight-backed as she could. Good impressions. Right. you guys-- Riverclan-- is like the... place with all the fancy ass healers? And then there's carsh-him to the South with that one old guy,
blink, blink. Oh, dear Christ, she sounds ridiculous right now, doesn't she? sorry, wait, no, that sounds rude. Do we all do, like, separate things, or do you just happen to have a bunch of doctors?
Doctors that may or may not be able to cure a pregnancy, was what she wanted to ask.
So they did, kind of. Her chin lifts into a nod, jotting down the information in her mental notebook. Perhaps that was why they were so close; three entities that come together as one, all equally important cogs in the machine. How convenient, she figures, having stumbled across such a bounty.
Nah,
is her answer, swiping at the tips of grass blades with the end of her tail. Or maybe she did. She didn't know yet. I just wanted to make myself acquainted. Be friendly. Maybe I'll go visit, uh, Kvarsheim? Soon,
She flashes a grin, toothy and lopsided.
But if I can ask,
she turns her head away, though her gaze is still. what brought you out here? Were you, um, born here, or did you move, or...?
Silvertongue is a woman who seems to hold years of life within a young body. Unspoken secrets, something that bitters the taste of her tongue. The very way she speaks the name Crowfeather is sharp, jagged at the edges.
She feels the urge to offer a shoulder, but decides against it. Perhaps it wasn't her place to do so.
I'd love that, I think,
she is eager for the prospect of a tour, a visible light igniting behind tired eyes. y'know, while I'm here.
She follows with her own swift motion, towering with rawboned limbs that make her seem nearly double the size of the mottled girl. The sight of it brings a rush of rose to pale cheeks. You lead the way, bella donna.
LMAO it feels like lore now! <3
silvertongue glowed, leading wren away from the falls so they might speak more easily. "crowfeather is to credit for all of that, and ash paw is my co-leader. she has helped us to keep the pack steady when he stepped down." her eyes flickered curiously toward wren. 'the creek too, is lovely. chosen well."
Crowfeather, Crowfeather, Crowfeather.
So it's you and Ash Paw keeping this place afloat, huh?
she points her gaze back to the little riverwoman. I don't know how you don't lose your marbles. I'm shocked Akavir and Arric haven't gone cuckoo yet, either.
She creates some space by following a well-worn path that ducks behind the falls, and it's this that leads to a wellspring. Mostly still water, but kept alive by the flow of the river. She wanted to cast a paw forward, dip into it, and yet she doesn't. She freezes up when she sees her own reflection. A scowl falls in place of the content grin she'd held before.
Is Crowfeather still around, at all? Or did he leave?