Raven's Watch silverwave

tactful and perceptive. teya let out a small laugh, nodding when bridget aptly pointed out the vague invitation.
but she did not speak, letting her mind peruse the cardinal's words for a while as the ravens swirled overhead, shouting in their harsh voices to one another.
there had always been a place for bridget inside her heart. no matter who she had lost or driven away, or idolized, or loved, the healer was one constant.
and it was in tacit expectation of this constant that the raven had always acted, so long as she bound herself to the morality of never taking anything more from bridget after her years of selfishness.
"yes. i — want you to come there. but only when you ready. or — if you want. i will be alone, and that good for me. bronte and ponyboy, ah, next year they seek families of their own. and i be there for that, but only as mother." never as a unit. she was rather repulsed by the notion — save when it came to bridget.
"but it will be good for them, to see the fjord. ah, about fifteen days northwest," she found herself mumbling, face heated.
she had given a direction to sundance, but not the days; the days could only be for the cardinal.
she did not allow herself to hope.