Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

célnes passed her gaze over him, and germanicus understood at once the silent message the elken queen wished to convey. her gentle judgement, her passive rejection of his ability to meet the standards of her god. the soldier was very still as he pondered it, and then the hushflower stare rested quietly upon this strange she-wolf.

"in my land it is white. white fur is the color of those who are pure. those who the gods seek." he could never not be reminded of ico, though the thought of paleness here brought germanicus to mind of the coming winter — and beyond. "but your numbers can only grow through children, célnes, and those that share your blood cannot father them." she would be forced then to seek outside the allotment of her god, though he expected her to deny this.