if you throw me to the wolves
Delah scoffs, arms folded in a posture of incredulity and annoyance. Not at Hazel, but at the outside world. Closing her eyes, the warrior strokes the bridge of her nose as if trying to ease something which has tightened far behind her skull. Her lip curls upwards in a snarl; clearly the touches are not having their desired effect.
"They were captured. Two were given to the tulmhainar. If they invade our home, why should they not feed the great turtle with their memories?" Had Delah made the sacrifice to the tulmhainar seem lethal? Certainly she had.
There was nothing wrong with that.
"It is there presence here that is killing our woods. With the barrier now, the Voice returned...the peace brokered by the gods centuries ago has been disturbed."
Then, with a thoughtful twist of her lips, Delah's eyes narrowed as she regarded the girl who appeared so young—or would have to eyes belonging to anyone other than the fae. "Tell me. What would you have done? Had you found them in the woods?"
"They were captured. Two were given to the tulmhainar. If they invade our home, why should they not feed the great turtle with their memories?" Had Delah made the sacrifice to the tulmhainar seem lethal? Certainly she had.
There was nothing wrong with that.
"It is there presence here that is killing our woods. With the barrier now, the Voice returned...the peace brokered by the gods centuries ago has been disturbed."
Then, with a thoughtful twist of her lips, Delah's eyes narrowed as she regarded the girl who appeared so young—or would have to eyes belonging to anyone other than the fae. "Tell me. What would you have done? Had you found them in the woods?"
i'll come back leading the pack
