these violent delights have violent ends
The display of emotion, however hostile, makes the war chief smirk. Was that really the length of her wick? Already burned down to the quick of her anger?
"Both." Delah replies, her disdain clear. As Wessex turns to leave, the far raises a brow, eyes narrowed. Will she try to tunnel her way out? Has she some secret strength that is dormant, waiting for the moon to ignite her power?
In a voice that sounds like stones against steel, Delah gives a command to her warriors. Triple the guard as soon as the sun sets.
"Both." Delah replies, her disdain clear. As Wessex turns to leave, the far raises a brow, eyes narrowed. Will she try to tunnel her way out? Has she some secret strength that is dormant, waiting for the moon to ignite her power?
In a voice that sounds like stones against steel, Delah gives a command to her warriors. Triple the guard as soon as the sun sets.
