these violent delights have violent ends
"Mix?" Delah repeats, incredulity and confusion rife in her tone. "No. The ascended have never been welcome in our woods. You, who are as far from the natural world as one can be, have no place in the greatwood.
With a scoff, the war chief shakes her head. "Pass more quickly? I am not sure what part of this conversation is causing you confusion. You are not welcome. Your mission, quest, task, whatever it is, means nothing to me. Why would I care to aid you, especially when it is precisely your presence here which is killing our woods?"
With a scoff, the war chief shakes her head. "Pass more quickly? I am not sure what part of this conversation is causing you confusion. You are not welcome. Your mission, quest, task, whatever it is, means nothing to me. Why would I care to aid you, especially when it is precisely your presence here which is killing our woods?"
