Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

"well, we are women," silvertongue pointed out with a small sardonic curl. "there is little need for strife or competition. and we are peaceful, healing over warriorship. there is little opportunity for dramatics beneath these trees." a lie. but she turned the force of her attention upon wren with a small clucking tongue. "come," and she slid into the cool embrace of the water, sighing as her body relaxed at once. "he is still here. we go to him for counsel."