Blackfeather Woods I just... don't want them to change me

He snorts. Hope. He wasn't fond of the word or the idea behind it. It doesn't do much, but there wasn't much any of them could do. Spells of the mind were taboo, Mother taught him, even if it was trying to fix something. It was up in the air now. You can try, He shrugs. They both know what she'll get in response. I'm sure I'll hear how it goes, He says, referring to her impending conversation with his brother, but he supposes that he would hear his uncle's ravings echoing in the cave in response to her words.