Lost Creek Hollow llevar

men, men, men! "gracias," silvertongue murmured, returning to herself with a blink and a straightening of her back. "kelsier. you have been in swiftcurrent," she observed, though not with any malice, or indeed curiosity. "i am not hungry, but perhaps i should eat all the same. sit with me." the star wanted a companion that was not crowfeather or a child for once, loathing the scent of milk clinging to her fur no matter how many times she bathed.