Swiftcurrent Creek ahorita

that elicited a chuckle from silvertongue, who had thus far lived a very peaceful existence. and still she remembered the coldness and the conflict of the palace, and what it demanded of its bearers. "maybe she is not, then." her eyes were warm on him. "but tell me how you have been, arric. i see the creek has grown," and eyebrow flicked, alluding to the femininity of their ranks.