Swiftcurrent Creek ahorita

arric was businesslike, even with his casual tone; he shared pertinent information and no more of his opinions on wren. this satisfied that insecurity in silvertongue for a moment. she and akavir — she felt they shared some bleakness between them. loss; the shadow of love unrequited. with arric, her words felt easier, and she leaned into them. "is this so? do you not worry she is a spy, arric?" silvertongue purred, watching droplets of water trace their way along his muscular shoulders with open admiration.