Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

the touch of the palace lingered even now, for silvertongue divined when she was seen, and made no sign of showing, though she was pleased to feel the heating eyes upon her. "it is quite a bit more green," she joked, and lifted a paw as if to beckon wren. but the other was no longer delving with her, so that the things wondered might be known, of intrigue to silvertongue. "a week." the glassblue eyes blinked. "i will see you again, then." she would not keep the woman, though her gaze shone with the unasked curiosity. tonguetip sponged water from her smiling lips, a bow of temporary farewell.