Swiftcurrent Creek [m] half a mind that keeps the other second guessing

not at all <3333 rubbing my hands together as we speak 

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Of course, it is Silvertongue who shows herself first. Wren thought herself a psychic for a moment. 
While she initially wanted to greet her with a courteous, toothy grin of her own, it was quick to fade when she noticed something. Her scent is different, mingled with sweat and the heat of passion. Mixed further within it is Akavir and Arric. 
And maybe she's truly just going insane, but to Wren, it looks almost as if she wanted her to notice.  
Her expression turns from one of shock to anger and then finally lands on something that could probably be best described as hurt. Mouth agape, she coughs on her own intake of breath. And then, after an agonizing silence, she asks with a strained growl rippling in her throat; So you've been fucking them, have you now?