Larksong Grotto Burn the witch

their whispers were not so private, evidently. perhaps this stranger had supreme hearing - but he seemed rankled by their discussion, fleeting and subdued though it was. and when reek turned to address this subordinate of his, hosannah only watched; she observed, her head raising slightly, filled with pride over the words which she had influenced, and then - then, he spoke of her as the alpha, and her ears folded back in surprise. it was a brief expression, but laid entirely bare across her face for that single heartbeat of a moment.

the subordinate began to question things, and she, emboldened and emulating the high priest from her shrine-born home, cut him off succinctly; in this way she assumed the role presented to her, accepting the offer without presenting such acceptance aloud. he must yield to no one, but to the will of raas. as you should, before you levy his rage upon us all! her tiny tail whipped to and fro, and as she spoke, as her words gained momentum, it raised imperceptively behind her. had it been its full length, she would have cut quite the silhouette.

you will learn - all of you, or none of you. it is the way of the daystar. but you will not question either of us. to do so is to invite catastrophe — she turned her head slightly, and peered at reek with a slide of her eye, and we have already suffered so much, have we not? if this man refused her, if he questioned too much, then hosannah would find cause to remove him. if she was to build her following here, she would not allow weakness.