Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

forgiveness.

"yes."

atonement.

"it is unfair."

it would be easy to throw himself into the sweet darkness of the hollow, to become something else. something less and something more.

but it would be equally disingenuous to say he had found the same path or even its beginning.

crowfeather curved his words back with an alacrity that germanicus did not think he had possessed before. it spoke to the strength of those who followed his gentle spirit.

crowfeather spoke of his own unsaid things, of ruenna. the eagle shook his head.

"perhaps there should be no begging of any sort." he met the other's goldcoin eyes.

"perhaps i should let you teach me the way to forgive oneself."

atone.

heartbreaking.

he wanted to go away now. to return. to travel nowhere.

and yet he remained. he allowed himself that much.