Redhawk Caldera dimpling

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her life had not always been struggle, but that had marked so many of her months, days, years, that teya sometimes did not know where one began and the other ended. 
a greenweave seed inside her, a tendriling of warm new energy as bronco held her, as the saltwater sailed along her face and she felt the shame melting away, growing renewed in the expulsion of her grief, the vulnerability of her trembling shoulders, the way she clung to bronco and allowed him to hold her.
in the wet scouring, at last, serenity.
and when teya had finished, her voice thinned to nothing, it was with a clear expression she looked to her mate, in gratitude and love, and in a new mien: awareness that this was what she deserved, the unconditionality of his regard toward her.