I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Delah's new and obvious dislike of Amalia is not lost on the girl, but this is not the time or place to figure out what she has done to offend the fae anew. Her description of the Grounder politics is not lacking for honesty, and the baker resists the urge to shrug, just as tired of all the turmoil as anybody else.
The warchief's insistence that the monsters would not leave the Grounds, while hopeful, does not do much to reassure the baker. "We have luxere who guard against the monsters," the baker murmurs, glancing up at Arduinna before settling her onxy gaze on Delah. It does not feel worth it to argue the probability of monsters spawning in the woods, to point out that with the blight here there is no guarantee more demons will not follow. "We could try to coax some to guard the border, for extra protection. And hopefully this year the Spark Bird will come again."
There is another issue, too, another thing she does not want to say to the already (always?) irate warchief, but Jyoti hums a reassuring note, encouraging her to go on. "Last time we spoke, you said that the animals who were infected become crazed. What about the people? We might need to think of ways to... to contain them. Until we find a cure." Her voice is soft and hesitant, and she does not look at Ronin. "And... and have you seen any... explode?"
The warchief's insistence that the monsters would not leave the Grounds, while hopeful, does not do much to reassure the baker. "We have luxere who guard against the monsters," the baker murmurs, glancing up at Arduinna before settling her onxy gaze on Delah. It does not feel worth it to argue the probability of monsters spawning in the woods, to point out that with the blight here there is no guarantee more demons will not follow. "We could try to coax some to guard the border, for extra protection. And hopefully this year the Spark Bird will come again."
There is another issue, too, another thing she does not want to say to the already (always?) irate warchief, but Jyoti hums a reassuring note, encouraging her to go on. "Last time we spoke, you said that the animals who were infected become crazed. What about the people? We might need to think of ways to... to contain them. Until we find a cure." Her voice is soft and hesitant, and she does not look at Ronin. "And... and have you seen any... explode?"
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
AMALIA
