Lost Creek Hollow cuate

"oh, we have both been busy. i have been to kvarsheim, to the creek. back and forth," she explained, stepping to his side as if she were taking his elbow in the manner of two companions upon some august stroll. "akavir has gone to akashingo. gunnar will be a father this year. there is a man in kvarsheim who wears the name bonnie and has irritated another of the younger leaders, so i will seek him out. turn his head." silvertongue walked as she spoke, setting a leisurely pace; now she looked up at crowfeather, seeing the sheen of his jawline and thinking so bitter of her heart. "and you, mariposa? what have you learned?"