Northstar Vale fire in my bones quakes

antha bit back the urge to laugh at the man's observations, seeing now the proud and stiff posture of a military man in his bearing. it made too much sense. through the eyes of a man at war. is that the nature of your mereo? warmongers? invaders? she inquired then, wondering if she was only imagining the thinly-veiled threat in his words. in her mind's eye she saw the blood of witches staining the fangs of soldiers. perhaps not the vale, then. she held power in her own right, but she was no warrior; an invasion would mean the death of her and any sisters she might bring into her fold.