When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Alina nodded at Juniper's question. "That is correct." Turning, the huntress headed into the woods, zipping from tree to tree as her eyes scanned them for any sign of a Wicker Woman. "I met Gideon. He informed me he already provided you the Accepted parts we needed. I'm curious why you did not turn them over to me." Lifting her gaze from her examination of the underbrush, she stared at the ambassador.
Regardless of the other woman's response, Alina would shrug. "I have already acquired everything Safrin asked for but the branch." She continued to lead them deeper in the woods, as the telltale signs of the creature they were hunting had not appeared yet.
"How go the diplomatic efforts?" A flash of movement caught her eye. Frowning, she watched as a distinctive pair of wings appeared in the distance, though they were quickly obscured by the canopy.
Regardless of the other woman's response, Alina would shrug. "I have already acquired everything Safrin asked for but the branch." She continued to lead them deeper in the woods, as the telltale signs of the creature they were hunting had not appeared yet.
"How go the diplomatic efforts?" A flash of movement caught her eye. Frowning, she watched as a distinctive pair of wings appeared in the distance, though they were quickly obscured by the canopy.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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