Lost Creek Hollow excessum

think it goes silver, shadow, germ, kestrel, wren, crow <3

a man he did not know came now with concern for silvertongue. and then arrived a woman he did know, and he closed his eyes, keen ears hearing the thud of blooms to earth.

crowfeather.

like silvertongue, germanicus did not think he had seen the beloved face so drawn in anger, in worry.

the moment was upon them, spearing ice through his gut. he found that his soldierly resolution was ebbing beneath the golden eyes he had long adored.

silvertongue cried out, demanding that germanicus waylay himself at the counterpoint of her pain and his egregious sin.

but the eagle could not be impartial, not before crowfeather.

a breath, another —: "i sold silvertongue to akashingo. to pharaoh ramesses. i am the reason she was kept as a servant."

inkblot bitterness beneath wavering tongue, and now his own face grew wet in silence.

"at her expense, i freed another." no pleading, for not in the face of this horrid transaction would he beg for crowfeather's understanding.

he did not deserve it, as he had long said and long believed, and now proved this very hour.

silence deepening. germanicus knew the verdict.