Golden Glade In my mind

That was definitely a little dark but the storyteller in Maia loved the additional flavor it gave.  Yes, ok, she killed the woman and dragged her back to show the body to her ailing father, just before he succumbed to his grievous wounds.  That last part she'd keep for herself.

Okay, bye!  Maia watched her take off, hoping she would share the story.  Her hopes weren't too high since Vela had seemed passably interested at best, but there was nothing better than giving stories that then spread.  It meant she'd done something, right? How cool would it be to go somewhere and hear one of her stories sometime.