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the soft graduation of darkness seemed to swallow them both in eddies. silvertongue's tail was a curled banner that fell against her flank as she settled herself at wren's paws. "riverclan is silent, as usual. ash paw's children grow." delicately she swept a paw across silken emerald grass. "you have been to akashingo. akavir told me of his trip before he left." a grasshopper inched out of its disturbed nest, perching momentarily on silvertongue's wrist. "what did you find if not her?" she wanted to know nothing and yet everything at once, and what was more, her blown-glass eyes wished to know the source of that odd unknown expression she felt lurked just behind wren's eyes.