Qeya River tapado

qeya river remained peaceful. their children grew and began to explore the closer reaches of the taigaland. silvertongue often tagged along, finding something new to discover each day. she did not let herself think of more than crowfeather these days, and she discovered he did not touch her mind quite so often. this hour brought a shout of surprise; they had come through tight-knit trees only to find a heathergrass clearing beyond, and a ring of fairy-violets dancing blue in the afternoon light. silvertongue murmured in surprise and pleasure, approaching to nose along one of the blossoms.