Herbalists' Cache homecoming

her tail lashes wildly at her hind. blackfell's well over the bend, sulking like the coward he is, but her rage still boils hot within. the sneer upon her face permanent; it takes self-control that was fraying to keep herself from taking off after him. to finish what she'd started, even if it meant her death. but then gjalla's offering to take her to faust. she exhales sharply through her nose, rolls her shoulders, and lifts her head with a look of determination.

"yes. take me to him." she doesn't mean to demand, but her patience was already paper-thin. blackfell could rot and hide and sulk all he wanted. she turns, looking toward the tundra to the north, her lips set in a thin line.