Ouroboros Spine clawfeather

she did not know the places through which they had traveled; she did not know the one before which they now stood. at first silvertongue had remained standoffish, shy in the presence of the unknown woman. but with no visual connection beheld between eivor and akavir, slowly she warmed. it was he who commanded most of her fleeting glances, as if by silent witness she might recapture what had once been between them. and there was fear also, to leave akashingo behind, to abandon the only images she could fix in her mind. cold, tired, silvertongue waited beside akavir, flicking her gaze upward only at the tread of another.