Naaghai Lowlands [m] triple dog dare

acceptance was a tragedy and a necessity. silvertongue had accepted that crowfeather could not love her as she loved him. she had not accepted that his heart belonged to germanicus of all foul souls in the world. silvertongue had accepted that her death would come at the hand of germanicus and his feral little brats. she had not accepted being abandoned to wither and die and convulse without dignity under crowfeather's very eyes. now she had accepted a new dying, begged for it, but nothing stopped the body's life-preservation. she accepted waiting. she did not accept being saved. and all this, tucked beneath the staring, fading face; let wren gather her close, drag her along, and silvertongue would not resist, face upturned toward the sun as she begged it again and again to take her.