Qeya River i'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning

no shadow would cast itself across those early days. silvertongue made sure of it. their den was spacious and beautiful and she was happy to be isolated with wren and their little family. day became night became day, and their children grew in health and love. her wife's voice brought the moonbow ears alight and around. silvertongue kissed one small head and then moved against wren, settling with a sigh; "i may become an herbalist after all. then i could insist you take my many medicines," she added with a soft laugh.