i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
Delah and her warriors have been waiting. Like stones in their stillness, they break from their mossy hovels and appear as the sun's rays first break over the treeline. Their eyes see those Amalia has brought. They judge, but they say nothing. Already Amalia has done all that Delah thinks she is reasonably able to do, in sharing this information. The warchief permits her presence here only because she has no jurisdication to do otherwise. If she has led her friends into danger, Delahs hands will not be stained by the blood. The leopard has been warned.
With a silent scowl and raised brow, masks of earth appear over the fae's mouths and noses. Their eyes are hardened and emotionless as the mud and the bacteria within hardens into a casing. Small circles are cut to let them breathe.
"Too much time has been wasted already. If indeed a tulmhainar is below, if it was alive, every moment reduces the likelihood that it is still."
With a silent scowl and raised brow, masks of earth appear over the fae's mouths and noses. Their eyes are hardened and emotionless as the mud and the bacteria within hardens into a casing. Small circles are cut to let them breathe.
"Too much time has been wasted already. If indeed a tulmhainar is below, if it was alive, every moment reduces the likelihood that it is still."
