these violent delights have violent ends
Watching with inscrutable moss-green eyes, Delah waited as Zariah approached. Height differences aside, the warchief more than made up for the disparity in their eyeline with a larger-than life presence. One that her counterpart seemed to share.
"Zariah Launceleyn. Self-proclaimed Queen of the Hollowed Grounds." Delah returned. Her voice was even, like stones in water; it was unclear whether the title was meant as praise or a slight.
"It has come to my attention that you have banned your people from entering my woods, save for exemptions that you can grant. I appreciate that. The fall of the barrier and the subsequent exploration has caused a sickness in my woods that I am eager to eradicate. On that note however, we have seen many continue to enter the woods. One is currently bound in our village." Delah continued, eyes narrowing, the insinuation of the queen's lack of control over her own people quite clear.
"Zariah Launceleyn. Self-proclaimed Queen of the Hollowed Grounds." Delah returned. Her voice was even, like stones in water; it was unclear whether the title was meant as praise or a slight.
"It has come to my attention that you have banned your people from entering my woods, save for exemptions that you can grant. I appreciate that. The fall of the barrier and the subsequent exploration has caused a sickness in my woods that I am eager to eradicate. On that note however, we have seen many continue to enter the woods. One is currently bound in our village." Delah continued, eyes narrowing, the insinuation of the queen's lack of control over her own people quite clear.
