Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

there was nothing to say. silvertongue followed because she did not want to be alone. she drew the cowl of coolness over her frame and moved beneath its transparent rippling to wherever the man led. somehow the anonymity between them helped a good deal. "you will stay with me, señor?" she asked at last, understanding what was to come but not knowing if she was to do that part alone.