Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

she had been waiting for wraen to tell this story, but now the green-apple look was upon her now, the silver-chased body seeming expectant. she fumbled a moment, not having expected this, but recovering all the same.
teya found she wanted to share such things with wraen, that the woman's consistency had made her a shy subject of trust. and that since coming to brecheliant, the violet had begun to find her voice and a gentle sense of inward calm.
"that we all were sinful children. and here is the ways in which we sinned." dry again, but it was the truth. borva had not so much as told her a single creative thing, outside of ways to horrify her in childhood.
"so now i hear all the stories that i can. like water, i drink them."