Emberwood Silken

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Ptolemy watched her somberly, not moving nor speaking during her rant. Mother had always said that daywalkers were weak things, soft things; they needed the light, they needed the sweet pleasures of life. Under such darkness as the Druids carried, they could only crumble. Yet he saw a fire in her, too.

He meant to stoke it.

No, He said, stopping in front of her with green eyes searching her golden face. We're going to the coast. Islands by the name of Blackwater. I intend to find my younger siblings. You'll come quietly.

Or I could just kill you.