Haunted Wood digging out stumps of old resentments that refuse to rot on their own (mtr.)

Celnes narrowed her eyes at Rohesia, and curled her lips back to reveal a slick set of teeth. She let out a warning snarl, but did not fully intake a war-antic onto the reddened woman, "You will start to respect your King," she said a lower-voice and a small glare.

Her fire-lit eyes momentarily glanced to the two-headed doe, and couldn't help but think.

There was two who prominantly went against her so, Calhoun and Rohesia. Was this a sign sent from the High Elk that these two would be chaos to the Kingslend realm? Or was it a sign of disaster to fall upon herself and Cenric. She could not read signs like others and only guess-

but Déorwine will not accept more of Rohesia's fire, "we did not have to accept you in. Back then- and even now, cousin. Continue so, and you are no longer welcomed."

Then she turned to Calhoun- while they disagreed, she suppose there was more respect to him. He held more tact, and definitely held firm on the group the religious side. The star amongst them- there was some envy as she thought so, remembering the elders glamour him and fawn over so. Her eyes continued narrowed, and asked him so, "What do you think it means then?"