Luneshale Pass season of the witch

Legend seems eager to follow directions, and this pleases Zaahira greatly. While a friend, she was also co-worker — and, if plan went accordingly, would soon be employee.
First, I must ask, her eyes narrow before they dart left, right, a whirl of her head to look behind; caution must be taken and held gingerly like delicate pottery. what do you know of the princes, Dove? Are they kind to you? a pause as another berry is swiftly crushed, a pearl of violet dribbling down her chin. Do you trust them?