Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

aye, captain. meredith's voice rolled like the sea, a mummer's tune with its lilts and dips, the kind of melody that made you lean closer to catch every word. her grin mirrored noxir's, sharp and knowing, though there was a glint of mischief in her eye that betrayed her excitement at the prospect.

the idea of bait—of chaos—suited her well enough. she'd played her part in distractions before, knew how to weave the story just right to keep the marks looking her way while the true work unfolded behind them. she didn’t care about rodyn’s settlement or its people; they were just another pebble in the tide, swept away when the waves came crashing down.

distraction it is, she hummed, her tone playful but carrying the weight of understanding. an’ if it’s bait ye’ want, well, she'll make ‘em look so hard they’ll miss their own shadows.

her gaze flicked briefly to worm, sizing her up with an appraising smirk before it settled back on noxir. meredith’s laughter bubbled low in her throat, soft yet unsettling, like the calm before a storm. she tilted her head, her grin unwavering.

what’s the play, then? ye set the fire, or shall i?