Ravensblood Forest i hear it beckoning

It was weakness to admit uncertainty — that much Lotte knew. So, “They will be,” she said simply, her vague reply delivered in a dark and silky murmur that implied Conan and Declan would know it when they saw it. In truth, she didn’t know why Olive and Dakarai hadn’t been dealt with more severely. She didn’t know enough about Quicksilver Hollow to know what actions would normally have been taken. What she knew was Arturo’s love for children and his deep-seated affection for Olive — something that didn’t altogether please the rogue given the druid’s swiftly advancing pregnancy and her own mounting jealousy. These little frustrations were things she kept to herself, though, and her expression was mild and untroubled as she turned to face both brothers. Lotte sought to be the picture of strength — and with crimson slashed across her face and cresting her shoulders like a bloody mantle, she exuded a confidence she did not feel.

“I am Lotte Ansbjørn Fearghal,” she uttered with a regal serenity that belied her disheveled, ruffled state. “Lotte.” Lotte the Fireforged, she thought to herself with a measure of bemusement.