Lost Creek Hollow juego

rain in his words, rain to countenance silvertongue with a greyness. it was for him, this feeling. he did not believe in his own happiness. he was her closest friend and only love, and romance was nowhere so close, held at length by each of them. he represented a goodness that could never be found in the most gilded halls, the purity she had lost there. he was a reminder that she too could shed the skin of akashingo and be reborn. silvertongue could not find it in herself to argue with his attempts to move forward. "well then. you are only stuck with me," she grinned. "and i will always make you tell me the things that weigh your mind."