Noctisardor Bypass raserei

The sisters gazed at one another in commiseration until Sequoia’s voice rose. Druid tore her eyes away from Witch only to goggle at their mother. No! she wanted to scream again. She could not wrap her head around what her dam was volunteering to do. Why on earth would she leave her own children—and put herself at such hideous risk—to save Laurel’s?

This entire meeting bewildered Druid into speechlessness. She loved Sequoia and Mahler fiercely but they were both saying such horrible things. The Graf redeemed himself slightly by insisting they would all stay in Rivenwood, only to suggest they all go to Duskfire Glacier in the very next breath. Then he said something which suggested they would attempt to gather the numbers to confront Ursus.

Laurel certainly seemed to want to drag the Duskfires into this whole mess, which Druid had already done. But asking them to treat a wounded child or even send a scouting party was very different from requesting their aid in some sort of war. Druid’s heart clenched as she thought of Heda and Lane, hoping they’d already uprooted and left, rendering that whole idea moot.

Druid couldn’t bring herself to look at anyone but her sister, other than a brief glance at Wylla. Eventually, she couldn’t even hold Witch’s gaze. Druid’s eyes fell to the patch of Rivenwood between her two front feet, tears making everything wobble like her shaken worldview. She did her best to blink them away.