Luneshale Pass hielo

nothing? she pretended to be disappointed, preening her tail with smooth claws while he stared at her. silvertongue's frequent dancing with the emerald ghosts had absorbed much of her unnerved feeling — and yet soto frightened her. "luché contra cuatro soldados." and i lost, was the unsaid thing, something to amuse him while she closed the cage of her teeth around wren's name and the mystery of that surgical procedure now lost to a mind robbed more each day.