Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

lessons of a young age remained the most impressionable. and silvertongue's time as belen of akashingo had taught her too well and too many to ever ignore. such then, the place she had made for herself in swiftcurrent, easily threatened by a wife. and he was indeed an aspirational man, speaking of little mayfairs to her. arric too, a rough-edged and roguish type, favored greatly by her, but he too could tire of such diversions. they were loyal to one another, he and akavir. "the creek has taken those assaults. riverclan will only help to judge the outcome." vague, pointedly, for she did not know what she could say of that trial which still haunted her mind. "it was repeated." and that, she felt, was why akavir was so tight-ended about the events. "it has been a greatly tense time. but it seems she has gone far away."