Duck Lake god loves you, but not enough to save you

words in a speech ravens didn't know. sting of annoyance curdled her lips shut, that meaning would be concealed from she, the once spell-speaker.

her grin shone clear white. a word in her language intrigued the svartravn.

kvarsheim? she purred like a choking cat, loping after the mudwoman. what was the home of quartz?

the mudwoman halted, the madwoman did too, expecting a reply.

a turn, a step, a prowl.

red eyes shone as they tracked the mudwoman until she walked past their corners. the madwoman, with belief only madwomen hold, sat down, tail thumping softly.

strega? we don't know the word.