"Flowery words," Arduinna almost purrs, a beacon in the darkness, her fingertips softly aglow as she brushes them against one of the trees that Zariah has injured with her lightning. Arching an eyebrow at her questions, the fae hold her gaze with a mix of bemusement and contempt. "Treaties and governments. Take your human concepts and leave them at the edge of the Greatwood," she says.
"Delah is the war cheftain of the Sidhe Village. She does not own the woods. She does not own the Sea of Branches." As if in response to her words, the trees begin to curn inwards, some seeking out Arduinna's healing touch, others stroking at her face. "And even if she did, why ought we allow your presence here to continue? You show no respect for this place."
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown
