these violent delights have violent ends
In curt acknowledgement of the continued hiatus on the ascended entering into the woods, Delah nods. "The blight is here. The majority of the damage already done." She says in a snarl that sounds like bark stripped away during a forest fire. Oh yes, they would say that it would spread slower if the ascended were kept out, but the heartwood of the forest had already been blackened.
Again, the snarl comes. Now that they must prepare for LongNight, given the horrors the Grounders have unleashed unto the world. Books, Luxere, the Spark Bird.. "Whatever you have, I am sure my scribes would like to read up on." The chief agrees tersely. It's hard to appreciate their offerings when it comes at the expense of their idiocy, after all.
With a look towards Amalia, Delah raises a brow. "We?" She snaps, narrowing her eyes. The mention of explosions has her drawing back slightly, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed. "Explode? No. Nothing like that."
Again, the snarl comes. Now that they must prepare for LongNight, given the horrors the Grounders have unleashed unto the world. Books, Luxere, the Spark Bird.. "Whatever you have, I am sure my scribes would like to read up on." The chief agrees tersely. It's hard to appreciate their offerings when it comes at the expense of their idiocy, after all.
With a look towards Amalia, Delah raises a brow. "We?" She snaps, narrowing her eyes. The mention of explosions has her drawing back slightly, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed. "Explode? No. Nothing like that."
