these violent delights have violent ends
SHIT FUCK SORRY X 100000000000000000000
Delah expects the ascended woman to fight. It is what she would do, after all. That there is a muteness of her bones makes the fae raise a brow, though she says nothing. A trap? A honeypot? Is she the mother bird, faking injury to distract a predator while her children run? Ahh well. It is as she said: not their problem anymore.
The fae closest to Wessex bristles at her words, jaw clenching. He wants to ask how she could read the ruins, if she knows the stupidity of her words. But a look from Delah silences him. Still, the tension is clear on his youthfully deceptive face.
"We shall see you to the edge of the village. From there, the woods will be more than happy to hasten your exit." Delah says, a predatory glint of gold in her eyes to assist with her night vision.
Delah expects the ascended woman to fight. It is what she would do, after all. That there is a muteness of her bones makes the fae raise a brow, though she says nothing. A trap? A honeypot? Is she the mother bird, faking injury to distract a predator while her children run? Ahh well. It is as she said: not their problem anymore.
The fae closest to Wessex bristles at her words, jaw clenching. He wants to ask how she could read the ruins, if she knows the stupidity of her words. But a look from Delah silences him. Still, the tension is clear on his youthfully deceptive face.
"We shall see you to the edge of the village. From there, the woods will be more than happy to hasten your exit." Delah says, a predatory glint of gold in her eyes to assist with her night vision.
