Lost Creek Hollow cuate

So well was not entirely how he felt, but a smile still swept his narrow features. His eyes shifted toward the earth as his cheeks flushed with warmth. She had always been this way. The woman before him carried the name of Silvertongue with ease.

I am well, Crowfeather assured her. Busy, but- better. His heart did not feel as though it had been cleaved from his chest. His energy and his mind had been sharpened, focused. The children had helped to sand down the edges of his anxiety. Well.

And you? he inquired, lifting his honey warm eyes to her face. I feel we haven't talked in… a while.