Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

The woman wanted to roll her eyes at her daydreaming and high lot, her voice trying to ward off her irkish edge, ❝ Damn court decided to kick us out, even Maeve and the rest of them didn't rise to give us a good farewell, bastards, all of them, ❞ she grunted progressively rasing her voice and spat bastards with a ire unparrelled. Maeve, her mother, what she was meant to be blood wise. Though it seemd those maternal instincts could make way for her out of their litter. Her own siblings, her keep, deny her safe passge? As if they all wished for them to die and beome feed to vultures in the vast swates of the wilds.

 Aoibh eyes formed into slits as she watched the girl closer,❝ And what are ye prancin' about here for? ❞