Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

cameo unless shes seen/stopped >D

there was no feasible way for silvertongue to know what had gone on at the creek. the memory of wren's stricken face during their last discussion had kept her awake, however, and now the woman was hypervigilant as to their — whatever it was they each would call it. that and akavir's visit. laid glum, silvertongue nevertheless drifted closer. the sense of foreboding intensified, and in the coreland of the creek she thought she heard wren's voice. heartstrings clutched, silvertongue crossed into the territory and stepped to find her lover; tangled with eshe's scent; eshe; wren — her paws slowed and it was with slow seeking expression that she peered around the foliage in time to see eshe bow her pretty crown against wren's arm, reach out for an embrace. silvertongue was not certain what she saw thereafter, throat singed and eyes blurring, she turned away in as quiet a step as she was able. so that was the reason for the — vagueness. ah. and her mind keeled into a thousand thoughts, and silvertongue carried toward riverclan the guilt she felt jealousy at all, but it was the internal greening that kept her from seeing all before her eyes; wren's panic, eshe's comfort; silvertongue spun gold to hay and vowed not to return for a time.