Lost Creek Hollow Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure

they had not — truly spoken, it seemed. silvertongue glanced between the steady faun and the unsure kelsier with an amused look. "i would not mind at all, and i am certain crowfeather would be honored." the sharpfang was still for a moment. "i give my blessing for children, but i think perhaps you might — speak more, alone, on marriage, si?" forbid her; lest two be married and not yoked well.