Lost Creek Hollow bronca

her eyes stung so see such a motherliness, for she could not recall it in her early life, and then nothing thereafter. indeed; when had she ever known a mother? aside from ash star, silvertongue had no recollection. at times the perusal of this thought caused her pulse to raise and her eyes to mist, but in this moment no such reaction occurred; they were only women together, wives speaking to the movement of those yet unborn who would sooner than they know be babes-in-arms. she cupped 'round wren's shoulder with her own, and grinned, and laughed softly as silent tears of druidic healing poured in rainwater rivulets along her face.