Alina scowled at Iris' claim about the liquor in the Greatwood. Leaning forward, the Fae narrowed her eyes at the other woman. "This," the huntress stabbed a finger at the mug between them, "is hardly what I'd call medicinal. Or good." Flopping back, she crossed her arms. "Why should I tell you after you just insulted my land and my people?"
Nodding at Iris' assessment, Alina grinned. "Then when and how are you planning to confront your father? Or is that just a conflict you're planning to avoid indefinitely for fear of losing?" She raised an eyebrow at the other woman.
As Iris laid out the rules of the proposal, Alina snorted. "Three throws? Those are the only conditions?" She eyed the board, then tapped the hilt of her dagger. "I can't use this. It'll probably shatter on impact." Obsidian was sharp, but incredibly brittle.
Nodding at Iris' assessment, Alina grinned. "Then when and how are you planning to confront your father? Or is that just a conflict you're planning to avoid indefinitely for fear of losing?" She raised an eyebrow at the other woman.
As Iris laid out the rules of the proposal, Alina snorted. "Three throws? Those are the only conditions?" She eyed the board, then tapped the hilt of her dagger. "I can't use this. It'll probably shatter on impact." Obsidian was sharp, but incredibly brittle.
make me a big tall tree
so I can shed my leaves
Alina
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