When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Thankfully, Nephele agreed with Alina's suggestion. Grinning fiercely, she nodded at the other woman. "Thank you. I will almost certainly take you up on that." The huntress wasn't above accepting help, or admitting that her strengths didn't lay in diplomacy. Indeed, she didn't mind in the slightest; part of what made the Fae great is that they supported each other, worked together.
Or at least they had, once upon a time.
Humming thoughtfully, she finally shrugged. "I don't care about trade, since I'm not sure what the outsiders could possibly give us that would help. Besides assistance in our task." She held up her free hand to forestall Nephele's response. "I am willing to hear you out about the merits of it, though." Alina could be reasonable. She just wasn't, most of the time.
"I will. And I trust you too." Once again, she clasped the other woman's shoulder. "We are in this together." Despite their loss, Delah's death, the huntress sounded proud of how they were coming together in the face of the tragedy.
Or at least they had, once upon a time.
Humming thoughtfully, she finally shrugged. "I don't care about trade, since I'm not sure what the outsiders could possibly give us that would help. Besides assistance in our task." She held up her free hand to forestall Nephele's response. "I am willing to hear you out about the merits of it, though." Alina could be reasonable. She just wasn't, most of the time.
"I will. And I trust you too." Once again, she clasped the other woman's shoulder. "We are in this together." Despite their loss, Delah's death, the huntress sounded proud of how they were coming together in the face of the tragedy.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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