'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Liam, in his long, self-imposed exile, had grown used to solitude, so much so that he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed companionship. He might not have been a social butterfly, even before losing his family, but he’d had friends. He’d cared about people. When had he grown so self-absorbed that he’d become a hermit, burying his head in the sand and ignoring the problems plaguing Caido in favor of nursing his own wounded heart? Maybe that was why he threw himself headlong into the hunt for roses, because in helping Maea, it meant that he was still, deep down, capable of doing more than languish selfishly, alone in the woods.
Liam laughed at the flash of Maea’s fangs. He’d met Flora once, a long time ago, before she’d risen to leadership. He didn’t know her well, but if she was determined to keep Maea out of Torchline, Liam thought that was her loss. She’d seemed young to be a queen, and the soldier wondered if time upon her throne would make her more or less likely to hold a grudge. If she would even honor the promise to allow Maea refuge if she brought back a flower.
Saving the area for red and gold, Liam moved along the riverbank slowly. ”Even if we succeed, war is coming,” he said frankly. ”I can’t imagine the Family will take kindly to being bested. We need to be prepared, whatever comes.” And if the Greatwood was the place to find Vi’s Roses, Liam would need to be prepared for when they inevitably came for his home.
Liam laughed at the flash of Maea’s fangs. He’d met Flora once, a long time ago, before she’d risen to leadership. He didn’t know her well, but if she was determined to keep Maea out of Torchline, Liam thought that was her loss. She’d seemed young to be a queen, and the soldier wondered if time upon her throne would make her more or less likely to hold a grudge. If she would even honor the promise to allow Maea refuge if she brought back a flower.
Saving the area for red and gold, Liam moved along the riverbank slowly. ”Even if we succeed, war is coming,” he said frankly. ”I can’t imagine the Family will take kindly to being bested. We need to be prepared, whatever comes.” And if the Greatwood was the place to find Vi’s Roses, Liam would need to be prepared for when they inevitably came for his home.
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
