Lost Creek Hollow avisame

"no apologies." she had already tried, hadn't she? her mouth twisted. each word felt like an acceptance that silvertongue did not feel. "and you will be a wonderful father." meaning tendriled tightly into her voice. "tell me," tones hoarsening. "tell me how they name children in the starsea." oh, she wanted so much to push beyond the obstacle of her own shattered life-path, and yet she felt suspended here. but she could not blame him. it had not been in her knowing or his; it only was.