Herbalists' Cache the promise

a wretched howl splits the sky in twain, and ishmira stands upright. it is an awful sound, of rage and of power and of violence. it stirs something in her she cannot name. it is instinct alone which summons her to star eater's side. she is silent, a ghost against the cave's sprawling walls, and the fierce scowl upon her young face speaks all. no man will pass. not  blackfell, not sun eater.

it is too early for the children, this much she knows. the pain wracking star eater's body sends a chill down her spine, infests her with a fear of what her own future may hold. does she really want this for herself?

no. and perhaps star eater doesn't, either, but the babes are coming now. she turns to gjalla, posture rigid.

"tell me what to do."