Herbalists' Cache long live the queen

hawk war an expression of stone as star-woman recounted the events she had missed. stone that did not crack, although internally she waged war against herself. angry that she was not here—furious that she had knelt to a man who attacked the same storm-woman she had bedded some nights ago. 

ghalla lives. good. and sun eater? 

gods strike her down for cursing her own kin, but she wished he would have perished. that the blood drain from him slowly and he died a cruel, torturous death.

oh how her heart bleeds for star-woman, for the sorrow and heartache she must feel. it may have even wept, if she could of afforded such weakness. but this war that had been brought onto their doorstep with haste would not permit anything but strength. 

if she had been here, she could have helped gjalla. they could have ended sun eater and his fucking patriarchy for good. she cannot dwell on the past, though. she could only storm into the future with shield raise and sword sharpened. 

nagruk. just the name brought a rage to her heart and an acrid taste to her tongue. the same woman her kill-brother warned her of. it seemed the woman was getting exactly what she wanted, but hawk would ensure she would not live to lead saatsine. 

no, the only woman permitted to such rule was the one she stood beside now. the one who sought hawk's fleeting comfort, in which would be provided with a tenderness that belies her. 

a calloused hand comes to hold star-woman's cheek. "you have me." you have my everything. 

"give me your commands, my queen. whatever needs to be done, i will see to it. you will not fight this war alone." and that was a vehement promise, set and cast in stone to live for ages.