Qeya River metiche

maybe @Senka? <3

qeya river was colder in the summer than to which she had grown accustomed, and so silvertongue spent some time shivering in the high reaches. she acclimated slowly, and then hardly noticed at all. her body grew rangy with the uneven terrain, and she learned to hunt the tall grasses for as many different birds as she could find. the children sprang up and no dismal thing touched their world. the river was as quiet as their lives, and silvertongue chafed a little under the unending peace, ironic in her trepidation.