these violent delights have violent ends
"Keep your apology." The warchief replies with a terse huff. "Just don't do it again." If he did, he'd be introduced to a far worse fate than sitting in the bottom of a pit for a few days.
Delah's eyes raked over the queen with quiet contempt as the forest around her seemed to bristle. With a nod, the vines around Loren were released. Though the war chief didn't know if the mage or the queen had more to say, Delah certainly didn't. Turning, the fae and her guards disappeared back into the woods, the path they walked quickly being hidden by the ever-moving forest.
Delah's eyes raked over the queen with quiet contempt as the forest around her seemed to bristle. With a nod, the vines around Loren were released. Though the war chief didn't know if the mage or the queen had more to say, Delah certainly didn't. Turning, the fae and her guards disappeared back into the woods, the path they walked quickly being hidden by the ever-moving forest.
