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

perhaps it was not believed, but silvertongue wished wren to be compelled at the very edge of things to at very least entertain the notion. the ravening was in them both and over the side of the falls they cascaded into soft sounds that ribboned together. and when it was over, the long flowering of time that is love between women. propped on one elbow, she let her eyelids fall to half-mast and kissed the inside of wren's foreleg. "perhaps now we will be friends, si?" and the drone of insects filled the summertime amusement of her low, sated voice. and if wren wished still the men she called alpha and beta, perhaps silvertongue might be of aid there as well.