Witch's Marsh vanity

such fury. such jealousy. the prophet hid her glee in a solemn look. okay, she said.

she whipped around and fled, quick as a passing shadow. let ingram's woman follow as far as she dared; let her think almalexia departed. she would return.

oh, it amused her to no end.

your post was wonderful <33 this will be almalexia's exit. thank you for the thread