The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

everything fell apart so quickly.
she could tell sobo was upset; it was in the way he threw down his hard work and the bite of his eyes, some moments before he turned the words only they shared on her. "yo pa t konnen," she pleaded in a swift, nonsensical whisper.
druid was speaking. mireille turned helplessly toward her and tried to recapture the feeling of excitement. she grinned at heda. "sobo is very skilled wid t'ings like dis."
inside, she hoped things would quell, if even for a moment, and sought her brother's eye in an understanding hurt.