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mothwing. silvertongue was quiet. she wondered if this spectre from his past would hinder his future as this man germanicus had done. but she would not allow it to happen. her face was a smooth mask of utter training as she leaned toward him. "she must have been a good woman indeed, to leave a scar on your heart." silvertongue's voice was as her name had become: gentle. wan. moonlit. her lips curved. "you know what it takes to create children. i find that act far more pleasant than the idea of being pregnant, is all."