Silver Creek a hallowed whisper

Far away in Donnelaith new seeds were being down. A new reign was beginning and one was ending. Doors of possibilities she had thought were gone would fly open again - but she would not leave. She would not take her children from the Creek. They would not allow anything to happen to her children and Rowan would be assured that her children would have the Creek flowing through their veins. The teasing wink nearly brought a blush to her cheeks, relaxing next to Spring as the children squeaked and wriggled. She could not entertain notions of Spring feeling anything towards her. 

Rowan ran a tongue across Mona's back, nudging Cortland until he had latched again. "He cannot be filled," Rowan said with a light laugh, her silver eyes lifting to look at Spring again. "No matter how many mothers I have watched nurse their young doing so with my own is so... Surprising." Rowan admitted quietly.