Silvertip Mountain the conversation of eiros and charmion

she studies his face, watching him repeat the words. she remembers all too well his balking at the coyote-killing. but this, hopefully, will be different. this won't require any violence on his part. and if they do have to step in, to shed blood, to get Karst back—

she'll do it. even if he doesn't. her desire to rescue her companion is matched only by her desperate need to get revenge upon the woman who'd stolen her words.

i wih' wachh 'em, Avicus says, thinking on what to do next. they couldn't move too soon; they need the exact right moment. hhh. . .hhpy, she clarifies, even if it's the farthest thing from clarification. spying was her brother's game, but the fall foliage is coming in. perhaps she can blend in more easily.

'hhen we go.

and that was that.