Jade Fern Grove chafa

"i did. you must understand what that looked like to me." and eshe — she pitied the woman who had come after her, dropped her head in shamed misery to speculate on what that must have been like for her, and for akavir as well. herself and wren had not come together under such circumstances, and for this she was deeply grateful. but even now she did her wife a disservice, for her heart had not let go of akavir and silvertongue was not sure it ever would. with no words to say, she inched her paw to his in the semi-darkness, daring to ask for something she had no right to request, a last touch she could carry with her wherever she ended up after this. something to guard, to nurture, to treasure, to hide. the slender throat worked with a swallow and she finally turned her glistening eyes on him. what else was there to say? "the valley is too filled with memories." not just for them, but of crowfeather too, and germanicus — akavir did not want to see her flee, but maybe he would feel fit to condone this flight.