Duskfire Glacier we're timeless

Satori was not one for teeth, not one to deny Faust and so she allowed him closer, albeit stiffly and with a scalding side-eye. She wished he'd speak, tell her why he came to her now when there were clearly preparations to be made. And yet she found the words caught in her throat.

It was not entirely accurate to call whatever thrummed within her anger. Disappointment maybe, fear - the inevitable told you so that her mother would surely have uttered if she were still alive.

"You declared war, Faust," and though the druid wished to pull away, she found her paws rooted steadfast to the frost. "Do you know what that means?" Her head ducks to her chest in an effort to hide the shake of her lip.