*whistles innocently* Don’t mind me!
There was something about Silvertongue's scent that sparked a sense of familiarity within Eshe that she couldn't explain. She'd occasionally smelt it upon the coats of the pack's upper hierarchy, which told her that the stranger was an ally of some sort. However, a great deal of mystery still shrouded it; who was she to question why the other wolf so casually strode through their territory?
When Eshe caught wind of the scent, she followed the trail to the stream and chuffed as she approached from behind.
>D!!!! <3 lmk if the scent assumption isnt good!
the voice was unfamiliar; silvertongue might have found it to be wren's shadow falling across her were it not for that tone. she turned and looked up into the honeygold eyes of yet another beautiful creek woman, echoing shades of dove-grey and snowfur, looked at the bands of dark sterling accenting that curious gaze and her heart fell to find akavir there upon her pelt, notably so. but why not? wren, pulled into her mind; silvertongue let her lips beautify with a pretty little smile and swing of her argent tail. "hola. the water drew me. swiftcurrent is beautiful in all seasons." beautiful, softly emphasized.
All good with the assumption! <3
"Hola," Silvertongue greeted. "The water drew me. Swiftcurrent is beautiful in all seasons." The subtle emphasis didn't go unnoticed; Eshe assumed there was some sort of history between the wolf and the creek.
"I'm sure it is," she agreed, observing the other wolf with kind eyes; it was an understatement to say that she was gorgeous. "I haven't been a part of the pack for very long, so I've only seen it during the summer." She tilted her head curiously. "I'm guessing you've seen it during more seasons than that?" she ventured.
YESSSSSSSSS!!!!
Everything had been fine until Wren arrived. Something about her demeanor struck Eshe as odd. Had something happened; had she done something to anger her? She ducked her head and splayed her ears, watching her packmate with concern as she settled beside the Riverclan wolf.
"Hey, you. I see you've... met Eshe?" Wren said.
"Eshe. It is a pleasure. I am Silvertongue of Riverclan, friend to Arric and Akavir," the other woman replied. Eshe brightened and offered a smile. "It's nice to meet you—I'm always happy to meet a friend of the creek." Watching them, she noticed a closeness between them but didn't speak on it; it was none of her business. Instead, she asked: "Is your pack nearby?" She paused, embarrassment striking her demeanor. "I'm sorry for not knowing. I'm still trying to get the hang of the area."
"And yes. This place will please your eyes through every change." She smiled at this but had nothing to add.
Ah—she'd supected correctly. They were more than friends; the kiss on the cheek seemed more intimate. Although their relationship was none of her business, she was happy for them. Love—true love— was hard to find, and the gesture appeared genuine.
Wren gave the short-hand answer, and Silvertongue provided more context. Eshe lit up like a firefly at the mention of Riverclan being full of healers. "I'm a healer!" she said excitedly. "I've started a garden here, and I'm more than happy to share anything I'm growing," There was no harm in extending her supply to their allies. "I'd love to show you whenever you have time." She wasn't sure if they had plans and didn't want to interfere. "And I'd love to visit, too. I love learning about how others practice medicine."
Last post from me!
"I'll visit soon," Eshe promised; it'd be nice to meet some more healers.
With a knowing smile in regards to the multi-pack event, she said: "Akavir told me about it! I began to ferment some fruit for the occasion. I figured making some libations to enjoy our meal would be nice." Her cheeks flushed unexpectedly as she recalled the night she and Akavir had discussed it—and the ensuing fun they had. The daydream was brief, as the tension in the air seemed to be at its breaking point.
Wren's eyes looked watery, which concerned Eshe, but she wasn't sure what was happening, or if anything she said would help. "Sorry to cut our conversation short, but I'm going to head out," she said; it was apparent that they needed some privacy to talk among themselves. "It was lovely to meet you, Silvertongue. I'll call for you when I visit." As she left, she walked past Wren and bumped her snout to her packmate's shoulder, as if to say: let me know if you need anything before she vanished into the woods.
lets continue here since its been a bit <3
"she has you on edge, wren," silvertongue observed in a soft searching murmur, and then her mouth was descending to one ankle and then the other with a pair of genteel kisses she did not care might be seen by the other denizens of the creek. "i came to talk about arric and akavir." in many ways did she attempt to assuage what wren might be feeling, choosing to step beyond the awkwardness of that moment into something more formal. more settled.