Swiftcurrent Creek Yangtze

backdated a little, 4 the kids

I asked you to trust me. I told you I would explain, so… River took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a long blink. When she opened them again, her resolute gaze landed on the inkstorm @Jet, who had first asked the question days ago. It’s time.

She’d kept deliberately silent on the matter since; uncertain of her own decision while mentally disguising her doubt as a lesson about patience for her children. They needed to know that answers would not always come immediately— that they must investigate on their own— and, eventually, she convinced herself that this was the only reason.

Swordsilver eyes swept over Campaign, to Jet’s left, then back to his right to look upon @Creek and @Harrier. They were each so different, and so perfect. The love she had for them was so immense, she felt she might burst! But there too was great sorrow in her heart, to know that she could never save them completely from harm. That they would grow to live their own lives and experience pains she could not heal or soothe or even sometimes understand. 

The wind blew cold against them, sweeping through the open air of the circular tree grove that was their densite, and a light snow began to fall.

But before I tell you, I want to ask, why do each of you think I’m keeping us here? She motioned to them one-by-one to give their answer, starting with Campaign.