Jade Fern Grove azul

silvertongue arched very subtly beneath the brush of his breath, the muzzle that sought to read the stories carried by the sharpfang. her glassblue eyes darkened. "take me to riverclan, please," she said quietly, rolling to a seated position with great tenderness applied to right foreleg, which she cradled now against her chest. "i am sorry, it will take me — effort. to get up." now her eyes fastened to his; she saw perhaps what tauris did not like. but for silvertongue it would serve well. lashes brushed her cheekbones in a demure fluttering; "will you help me?"