these violent delights have violent ends
The Greatwood had little need for external means of communication. They were a self-sufficient ecosystem that had never relied on the outside world. Thus, communication was not something Delah had truly needed to consider before. A man behind the war chief, her brother as it turned out, whispered something into Delah's mind that made the chief's lips curl into a smile. Raising a hand, a black raven flew immediately onto it. "The ravens will assist in this." Delah replied, having no idea just how strange it was going to be to receive a piece of parchment from Zariah only to have it read aloud to her in the queen's own voice.
Raising a brow at the compliment, Delah merely nodded. Quite talented was an understatement, but the warchief did not feel the need to show the queen just how off her judgement had been.
Raising a brow at the compliment, Delah merely nodded. Quite talented was an understatement, but the warchief did not feel the need to show the queen just how off her judgement had been.
