Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE Eating... her?” Caiside stared at the scene, still not comprehending it. ”It’s going to kill her?” The sprites seemed unwilling to give him a straight answer to much, but something like this couldn’t be misconstrued. Could it? The fact that one step was enough to silence the sprites kept Caiside from taking another one. ”Shouldn’t we... help? Why are we here if not to help?” Caiside tore his gaze from Amalia and the tulmhainar to look around the sprites, his head cocked. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.