Swiftcurrent Creek Precious Metals

She came close, to listen. Moss's pupils widened for a moment, and something dark, deep within her tempered the shine of her eyes so they reflected very little light. The whites of her eyes shone for a moment as she considered, and reconsidered telling Arlette her thoughts. She felt something stir deep within her, like a snake coiling within the pit of her gut. Was it compelling her to speak, or begging her to remain secretive? 

She blinked, and exhaled. She realized her heart had begun to race, its erratic thumping wild and threatening. She shook her head quietly. If she spoke now, she'd likely be silenced, once and for all. "I should go." She resigned.