Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

teya listened. kynareth spoke not in his usual roughened charm, but with a softer voice. a more contemplative word. she frowned only once, but brows knit for the sake of having never explored this idea.
"she say she will give husband a chance." and there it was, a barbed wire around her tongue.
she turned, buried her nose into the thick fir of the grandmaster's chest, breathed deep. 
brecheliant beckoning, brecheliant and all the duties that had become hers to fulfill in the last months. she missed wraen, and bridget, and even little naive maia. 
teya was still.
"i am not mother." nor would she be. the raven did not have a maternal bone in her. slyly, she turned her thoughts to wondering if she might be appealing in years to come for that reason alone.
the girl nipped his ear softly. "i not want to leave. make me late again."