Qeya River dance the ghost with me

cameo >D

moonweave spine pressed to a tree, silver listened. i would've told you before we left the valley, but-- goddammit, it all sounds like excuses to you anyway and i know it. maybe they are. she could hear the pain in her wife's voice, the bend in the back of the words because wren could not stand to let anyone hear she suffered. but that was her beloved there, crying, and not just to any man, but to akavir of — why was he here? desperately the sharpfang did not want to be heard or seen; she stilled her breathing and closed her eyes, needing to know what akavir would say now.