Fairspell Meadow Whiplash

Over their time together, Qiao had threatened him with multiple spells - he was certain she’d threatened to turn him into a goose, though it might have been an early dream. When the two had first met, Stormchaser had found himself terrified of the crone and her crankiness. Time had tempered this feeling.

When the woman threatened his tongue, he took it as a sign of approval. Even if it wasn’t, it lifted the boy’s lips into a toothy sneer that crinkled near the edges of his eyes. Stormchaser did not carry memories of his youth, of being offered as a sacrificial lamb, of surviving. Qiao had taken him under her wing and so she had become the only wolf he trusted. It did not matter what her original intentions had been.

The south is warm. There are two groups that have claimed territories in the lowlands. Seems like it’d be hell in the summer. The boy’s tail flicked. How are things in Akashingo?