these violent delights have violent ends
For a moment Delah considered, and then shook her head. "Your names mean nothing to me. How am I to know to whom these names belong?" Crossing her arms and tightening the muscles therein, the chieftess took a breath. "I would consider offering you tokens so that we might both know who has approval and who does not, but—" Listening at the mention of the Voice, Delah's expression flattened entirely and her eyes blazed.
"That does not merit travel within my woods." She snarled, looking over her shoulder and nodding at the guards. The names Zariah had just said would now be sought for, under highest alert. "The Voice is an abomination. If you wish to receive no quarrel from the fae, you will not send their kind, nor any beneath her banner into my woods."
There might as well have been a miswritten sign saying no ascendeds allowed on the veritable tree-house that was the Greatwood.
On the subject of Wessex? Delah raised a brow as she looked behind Zariah, half expecting her own guard to show up. "The prisoner is an ascended. You may come with us to retrieve her."
"That does not merit travel within my woods." She snarled, looking over her shoulder and nodding at the guards. The names Zariah had just said would now be sought for, under highest alert. "The Voice is an abomination. If you wish to receive no quarrel from the fae, you will not send their kind, nor any beneath her banner into my woods."
There might as well have been a miswritten sign saying no ascendeds allowed on the veritable tree-house that was the Greatwood.
On the subject of Wessex? Delah raised a brow as she looked behind Zariah, half expecting her own guard to show up. "The prisoner is an ascended. You may come with us to retrieve her."
