Lost Creek Hollow That I Care Too Much

arric was pragmatic but warm. it was one of the many things that silvertongue enjoyed about him, his ability to be balanced. and now, she supposed, arlette would come to appreciate it also. "we can take everything as slowly as we need," she promised. they both were owed that, at least. things had come apart so fast, and so starkly. "wren is here now," next, lightly, as her eyes traveled swiftly up toward his eyes, to see arric's reaction.