Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

leaping, running; a cascade of want to flee, an image of bolting for the creek borders, never to be seen again. wren was not to blame, but the humiliation of that day was seared into her brain, a willow-tree choked by creeping vines. to run, to stay, to leave, to die. "all right," the sharpfang whispered, her voice a soft glissade of wind in canopy. "maybe — outside the creek." the idea of seeing akavir here, let alone eshe, tormented her. not in jealousy, not in denial of what he pursued with another, but to know she had been set down after the true wanting of her past was revealed. fuck you, germanicus. hijo de puta.