Swiftcurrent Creek compa

lets continue here since its been a bit <3

"she has you on edge, wren," silvertongue observed in a soft searching murmur, and then her mouth was descending to one ankle and then the other with a pair of genteel kisses she did not care might be seen by the other denizens of the creek. "i came to talk about arric and akavir." in many ways did she attempt to assuage what wren might be feeling, choosing to step beyond the awkwardness of that moment into something more formal. more settled.