Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

It did not take long for Nyx to start moving - with Nemesis following her or not. She did so with precise care; slower than how she would usually trot away from her problems. Had it not been for the words slipping off her Nemesis' tongue (one that would nicely fit her collection one day) she would've ended their brief conversation there. Despite the silent rage at the word "child" (a rage that were not to be seen with her back facing the other), Nyx remained the coolness of night and breathed in deeply. Her first spring... Strange how times had changed.

You are a hard-working woman, surrounded by illusions of power and four children of whom only one gets the affection and impressions needed for a "child" to grow. The words fell softly off her flexible tongue with a toxic sweetness never heard before. Sort out your own problems before you start nit-picking the one with a clear view.