Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

silvertongue knew that voice, could have laughed at the series of events which had come to lodge themselves amid the qeya river. instinct dictated she be unwelcoming, but instinct would reveal that she had something to hide. "i am afraid i cannot entertain you again, guapo," she teased with a soft lilt. "my wife, she would be too jealous." there. now that they had accepted that they knew one another, what could she expect of him? his handsomeness was undiminished, but undampened by nature's ardor, silvertongue knew it was not wise to invite him closer. and now, a cold curiosity; suppose he had followed she and wren, tracking from a far distance to know what had happened?