Emberwood jedanaest

there is a lump in her throat. one that did not allow either common words or lanzadoii to escape her mouth.

for all her excitement and renewal in the last few months, she was suddenly thinking of how it had all come to turn. she thought of sun eater carving out the river until it fit his image. how she had laid in wait and healed, how she had toiled in unease but found that no promise was left unkept. she thought of how he had swung strength around and how eventually she had started to come around.

trust.

she licked her lips for a moment. the caribou antlers grind, grind, grind. if she held her tongue any longer then her own teeth might start to do the same.

how to say trusted?