Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

her smile shone. "i have made myself easy to speak with. it was not always so." and though the allusion was pleasant to spin, she did not want to make a yarn of the past. "she is. being away from riverclan and the valley, i think, has brought some relaxation." and silvertongue knew she would come to think of the qeya as wondrous, when she had cast herself through the mourning of the green shadows in which she had once loved a prince. a fairytale. "and you? do you feel safer where we are, ksura?"