i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
Delah follows through the opening, her wings pinned tightly against her back to avoid further strain on the rocks that remain load-bearing. Like Amalia, Delah's eyes shift to something predatory and feline; gold glinting in the dim light, soaking up what little there is to be seen.
And important, what there isn't.
"Where is it." The warchief barks, her voice like wind through stones, obfuscated slightly by the mask. Realizing the folly of this, her teeth click together. The tulmhainar. Where was it when you last saw it? Her voice will flood the minds of Amalia as well as Jigano, the warrior having little need to curb the conversation only for the feline.
If this is a trick, I promise you that you will regret it.
Delah demands to know where the tulmhainar is.
And important, what there isn't.
"Where is it." The warchief barks, her voice like wind through stones, obfuscated slightly by the mask. Realizing the folly of this, her teeth click together. The tulmhainar. Where was it when you last saw it? Her voice will flood the minds of Amalia as well as Jigano, the warrior having little need to curb the conversation only for the feline.
If this is a trick, I promise you that you will regret it.
Delah demands to know where the tulmhainar is.
