Shadewood Bedraggled

Vorilye stated he was fine, but Themis’s frown deepened.

If my past came back to bite me, I don’t know how fine I’d be. Quite literally, she thought as she swept her iced blues over the wounds on the taller man, before her eyes returned to his scarred face.

If she doesn’t know, we wont risk it by leaving. The Shadewood wont fall, it will keep all of us hidden until the children are at least of the age to travel. Her words tumbled out in an almost incomprehensible stream, only held back by her brief realization that she was speaking faster.

Once they can…we see about moving. But that’s a bridge we can cross once we come to it. Themis gave a short puff of air.

We need to get established. Fast. I’ll tell Ouranios, when I return, to see about upping the ante on recruiting. Once we get a good base, I’ll.. What would she do? Go herself? That would be a dumbass move, for a king to go alone. She let her eyes lapsed closed.

Ill send a message. To a friend. He might be able to help us if we point him in the right direction.

She hoped Germanicus didn’t mind a friendly chat. Maybe he wouldn’t bring up her treason.