Lost Creek Hollow That I Care Too Much

arlette sounded quite nice, though if silvertongue was being honest, any closeness with akavir might dash their own chances at friendship. she was not sure why she was being quite so dour. self-preservation, perhaps. the creek represented much gained and much lost. "i would like to meet her one day," the sharpfang said diplomatically, truly meaning it but still leery. "where did eshe go? why?" she asked in consternation, inviting arric to walk around the riverborders with her if he so wished.