Lost Creek Hollow chavo

as golden afternoon slipped toward a warm-rain evening, silvertongue sought @Ash Paw and @Crowfeather. she supposed they had things to discuss, for she did not know if the shadow had received word of the trial in kvarsheim — for his own lover. and she could not guard such information, if germanicus had said nothing. there was also the matter of the stars, a subject she wished more to focus upon. downriver, in a tiny clearing beginning to glimmer with the soft blinking of fireflies, silvertongue waited.