Whether or not Finn meant harm was immaterial to Alina: outsiders always seemed to screw things over for the Fae and the Greatwood. Still, she stopped a short distance away from him. "Another one of you?" she repeated. Scowling, she met his gaze. "Does the Order have designs for the Greatwood?"
Nodding at his explanation, she sighed. "Fine. Ask your questions. But I can't promise to answer." She lowered her weapon, though still kept it in one hand. "Though I'm not sure why you think the storms are decreasing in severity. When I was out there the sand was still bad enough to strip the flesh right off of me." She grimaced, rubbing her arm where the storm had done just that. There were the scars to back up her claims.
Nodding at his explanation, she sighed. "Fine. Ask your questions. But I can't promise to answer." She lowered her weapon, though still kept it in one hand. "Though I'm not sure why you think the storms are decreasing in severity. When I was out there the sand was still bad enough to strip the flesh right off of me." She grimaced, rubbing her arm where the storm had done just that. There were the scars to back up her claims.
make me a big tall tree
so I can shed my leaves
Alina
Base Code by Sky!
