Jade Fern Grove chafa

her jawline tensed; she let it go; "si, akavir. after i made you leave me to die in the desert." and her eyes foughtfor his own, willing him to look back upon her, to allow them both the catharsis of such anguish. "germanicus humiliated me. he took the last dignities i possessed. i went mad, and in it, you grabbed me." she wet her lips, still vying for the eyes of the creek-man. "and i reacted in violence. i will not say i was out of my mind, akavir. i truly wanted to never see any of you again. the shame was too great, and forever i would have questioned why you — why you chose otherwise." for a while it had only been crowfeather between them, and silvertongue could abide this. but if akavir had ended their warmth due to disgust, she would not have been able to bear knowing. her throat tightened; "is there no hope of familiarity between us again?" the sharpfang asked, and though it was not a plead, the tone of it was solemn in its own way, despairing in soft windfall.