When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
As Gideon gave his name but not his reason for being here, Alina glared at him. It was only when he finally told her why he had come to the Greatwood that her expression softened. However, it was only a smidge. "You're right, I haven't heard of this Stormbreak." Pausing, she relented. "I'm Alina Estarr. And not many outsiders feel that way about our woods." She grimaced.
Settling onto the ground, she stepped forward as the priest greeted the Cat Sith. It sniffed his fingers before turning its nose up disdainfully. "Don't encourage the creature." It gave her a wide-eyed and innocent look and she bared her teeth at it. "It's a Cat Sith. Vile things. They steal wayward souls and keep them from Mort's realm." She growled at the feline. Its tail swished, but it didn't move.
Settling onto the ground, she stepped forward as the priest greeted the Cat Sith. It sniffed his fingers before turning its nose up disdainfully. "Don't encourage the creature." It gave her a wide-eyed and innocent look and she bared her teeth at it. "It's a Cat Sith. Vile things. They steal wayward souls and keep them from Mort's realm." She growled at the feline. Its tail swished, but it didn't move.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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