Swiftcurrent Creek [m] half a mind that keeps the other second guessing

"well, now you see why i do what i do," silvertongue purled, placing a kiss to the other's very mouth before she rolled away and up, shaking soft grasses from her withers. "and why i choose who i choose. arric makes me laugh. akavir makes me think." yes; love there, love separate from what silvertongue had always embodied for crowfeather. "and you make me feel, truly, mi querida." a twitch of her mouth; heart bound but still reaching in a soft pink pulse for wren in this second.