Lost Creek Hollow we'll be counting stars

silvertongue laughed out softly, self-deprecation and disbelief forming a sound that glided under his words as he spoke them. to say what she wanted; perhaps he was wicked in his own way, wicked in a way that mirrored her own. crowfeather held her heart entire, and she in helpless thrall had given it eternally. had it been foolish of her? tears at last streamed down her small proud face, and though she held herself stiff and trembling, it was for naught. "no rest," silvertongue echoed in a cracked, tiny voice, not understanding the sentiment she held for akavir and not allowing herself to comprehend it.