Lost Creek Hollow The Marks of men, the fortune she had won

a bane and a beauty. that was how it had always been for silvertongue, she felt, until wren. she did not feel so much plucked of her thorns as she did that each briar was understood, and in turn she took care to learn the brambled parts of her lover's own heart. a bane. a beauty. she wondered if ash star had ever loved a woman, and suspected so. "why do we keep seeking it then?" the sharpfang murmured, slowly raising her gaze to the woven greenleaf canopies high above them.