Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia turns her head to regard Maeve as the Nightshade speaks, adding on her piece to solidify Aurelia's own words. Whatever Juniper thinks, it doesn't matter; what matters, now, is Torchline.
"We were all there. We have eight seasons to prepare.. and for what exactly, we still don't know," she states, "unless the Greatwood intends to start the war on its own? Unless you know something that we don't?" Her question is rhetorical, assuming that Juniper doesn't have anymore intel on what the oracle had said than anyone else who had been there. And she does not think the Fae would be starting a war anytime soon.
She sighs and leans back in her seat. There is nothing more she can do for Juniper. She won't appeal to what the Fae wants simply because both of their regions follow the Old Gods. Even if they both follow Safrin, that is not enough for Aurelia. It is plain to see that the Greatwood and Torchline's priorities are on different ends of the spectrum, at least from what she can tell. The Greatwood seeking alliances makes sense, of course; it's a small region, but at least it is better protected now than it ever had been.
What did they need Torchline for? Other than war.
And that would not be for some time, unless they decided to start it sooner. But that would be their own undoing, not the Queens'. The Fireheart and the Nightshade would play no hand in those games.
"Without more pressing matters at hand, and with time for us each to prepare independently, I see no benefit in promising Torchline to Greatwood now - for something that will happen in two years." If this doesn't make sense, Aurelia doesn't know how else to put it. She glances at Maeve, her own brows furrowing. "When the right time comes, we can further this discussion," she nods decisively at the Nightshade, before directing her stare back at Juniper, "and our doors are open to you, should that time come sooner than anticipated. But while we understand your concern, we will not make any promises this early on."
"We were all there. We have eight seasons to prepare.. and for what exactly, we still don't know," she states, "unless the Greatwood intends to start the war on its own? Unless you know something that we don't?" Her question is rhetorical, assuming that Juniper doesn't have anymore intel on what the oracle had said than anyone else who had been there. And she does not think the Fae would be starting a war anytime soon.
She sighs and leans back in her seat. There is nothing more she can do for Juniper. She won't appeal to what the Fae wants simply because both of their regions follow the Old Gods. Even if they both follow Safrin, that is not enough for Aurelia. It is plain to see that the Greatwood and Torchline's priorities are on different ends of the spectrum, at least from what she can tell. The Greatwood seeking alliances makes sense, of course; it's a small region, but at least it is better protected now than it ever had been.
What did they need Torchline for? Other than war.
And that would not be for some time, unless they decided to start it sooner. But that would be their own undoing, not the Queens'. The Fireheart and the Nightshade would play no hand in those games.
"Without more pressing matters at hand, and with time for us each to prepare independently, I see no benefit in promising Torchline to Greatwood now - for something that will happen in two years." If this doesn't make sense, Aurelia doesn't know how else to put it. She glances at Maeve, her own brows furrowing. "When the right time comes, we can further this discussion," she nods decisively at the Nightshade, before directing her stare back at Juniper, "and our doors are open to you, should that time come sooner than anticipated. But while we understand your concern, we will not make any promises this early on."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
