Lost Creek Hollow avisame

the laugh that extended from silvertongue was loud and bitter, and she let it be both. "glowing," she mumbled, and when she raised her glassblue eyes to crowfeather again, they were wet. but the star refused to sob. "we should talk, my love," she said, patting the ground beside her and drawing a breath that trembled. and she tried to be strong, even as it felt like her shoulders were beginning to crumble.