Lost Creek Hollow chava

sandulf healed. frost rimed the outer edges of the river. silvertongue planted daffodil bulbs in the frozen ground and breathed upon the soft dark moundings of earth when she had finished. the irony of taking an apprentice was that she herself had no intended trade. a life lived at the whims of others had made silvertongue good at many things but with no cultivated talent. but she called for @Shadowpaw all the same that day, wanting to speak of this and continue repairing her bond with the girl.