Qeya River and you taste like danger, but i feel so safe in your arms

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it felt, to silvertongue, as though she thought less of akavir and more of the rising sun valley. often she missed the velvet shadows and the spill of sunlight through the heavy green branches. but the qeya too, had grown in import and beauty. silvertongue knew only that she wished for some excitement or another, having lived such a life of it. sunset's glow found her nimble slither along the stones; she only slipped once! and then she was arriving upon the little beach, surprised and touched and deeply affected by the simple beauty of wren's adoration for her. overcome, she leapt forward with an embrace and a kiss, one that rolled them in soft laughter among the wildflowers.