Shadewood Bedraggled

Themis was quiet, for a time.

Vex had found Vorilye. She had given him a warning. Themis had felt enough of those in her lifetime, so much that she subconsciously moved her scarred back limb closer to herself.

They were so small to be undergoing this. The Shadewood was confusing to outsiders, sure, but get a big enough force and you could smoke out a rat from any place. She let her eyes lapsed closed, drawing in a deep, deep breath, before letting it loose in measured steps. She could say so many things, here. She could be cruel, she could be panicked, she could be many things. So many things packed into her wheelhouse from a lifetime of bad choices made for her and by her. She could simply leave, a part of her whispered.

Are you alright after meeting her again?

She chose to be kind.