Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

He speaks what she thought was a guarded secret. Either he had been here far longer than she knew, or he was very well informed. Either way, she nodded to him in approval. Who taught you all this? She inquired, though she had an inkling that it was Damien, always interested in new blood. What else do you know?

From what she saw of his eyes, he was fixated on her eye scars, drawn into them. She wondered if she had been cursed or charmed lately to entail the enraptured attention of men lately. With Vandal, she reciprocated and enjoyed the attention. With this boy Kahl, she was reviled by it. Perhaps it was because she was not a warrior, or that she had treated many an injury, or because the trauma was too great, that she didn't think of her scars as something to be proud of. She turned her scarres head away.