Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

she did not seem to appreciate his answer, but he continued in the same vein, unwilling to break out of the game now that he had settled into it. we coexisted peacefully before, and we shall continue to do so, he told her. witches are not to be feared, they are to be loved. they think they command the spirits, but ah, they do not. it is the other way around.

he tilted his head to one side, watching her with a bemused smile birthing into existence slowly upon his lips, the crowning glory of a playful pastime suddenly made dark with tension.

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