Lost Creek Hollow permiso

i do.
wren felt her eyes sting with the glaze of tears, the muscles in her chin tightening. she thought of iris, in that moment; the big silversmoke eyes brimmed with starlight as they swore to never make the same mistakes. to never turn their teeth upon their own children.
and then it was of her mother; the beating of heart against ribcage, the smiles hidden out of sight, the tender arms and how it felt to be wrapped in them. and how often she forgot that she was, too, her mother's daughter; that she too could be lovely. that her hard edges could be blunt, that her love ran deep and wide and strong.
i think you're a good mother too, came the soft admittance. i see how you are with shadowpaw. you just gotta give yourself the chance, cara mia. maybe-- i think we both deserve one.
and for the record, now the warrior slung an arm lazily over silvertongue's shoulder, kisses peppered from temple to cheek to jaw. i think silvertongue aquilanera has a pretty nice ring to it.