Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

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“Andraste,” From the ashes of Aurëwen was born Andraste; she knew well what that felt like, far too well. Reborn from the child that was known as Malena; now Agana. The ends of her lips curled up, focusing on the newly-born Andraste. “I apologize,” the female nodded, shamed for she had not known these changes.
 
This.. weald was indeed to be her home. The woman knew what she felt at The Wall was not an isolated case; the shores were not spared from the heaven’s wrath. The world was changing; and not in a good way.

“They will follow Andraste,” It sounded like a statement; a true statement on that matter. They will follow her, and if it was needed, she would do so too. But this was an important decision; was she ready to such a commitment?

Golden gaze turned to the weald in front of her. “I have yet to find this out myself, if you don’t mind.” Agana trusted her about the forest; but she wanted to make her own opinion about it.