Shadewood you are at war, even in your dreams

Still, he continued to speak. With that same smooth, milky voice, Nero announced the name again. Tacita, he called, and in turn, Djehanne responded. Little infernal nymph. Even the most simple statements sounded like liquid gold coming from Nero; she grinned a toothy grin and turned her head downward, so as to hide the wreck her teeth had become. Rotting plagued her gums and the teeth nearer to the back, making most basic tasks difficult; hunting, eating, even speaking were all strenuous, so Djehanne would try to find ways around them whenever she could.

Turning back to look at Nero, her lips now sealed together once again, Djehanne took a deep breath and began to close the distance between them until they were near enough to see the reflections of themselves in the other's eyes. Now that she was closer, she could see the unique beard beneath his chin and the different shades of night within his pelt. They were clear opposites of one another; Djehanne was light and airy, moving only one small step at a time, whereas Nero was kingly and commanding. Inside, however, they were mirrors, showing the true reflections that they each tried to hide.