Lost Creek Hollow galleta

germanicus, a man who had hurt the only star in her firmament and so harshly that crowfeather had never recovered. how could he look at that roman man in such a way? she discovered a kernel of hurt lodged into the base of her soul, and told herself it was unfairness on her part. crowfeather had never made more of them than what they were. he had never lied to her. his everlasting love for germanicus was richly apparent and she had accepted it. until she thought of how they had spent their nights, how the warmth of his body had instilled peace in her frenetic heart. how she had meant to love him out of this memory and found that in all of her, she was wanting in this way. there was nothing she could give; germanicus held his heart entire. too late, silvertongue realized she had been staring off in silence, and shook herself back to shardik. "do you want to rest here? or go back today? i will escort you," she said with a grin that wished to be charming but did not reach her eyes.