Luneshale Pass but i'm the furthest thing from choir boys & altars

she was soon joined by one of the largest men she'd ever laid eyes upon, and she turned slowly, almost reverently, to face him. she was no tiny, fragile thing herself, yet she felt that way in his presence. he asked her about the plants, and fiamma's mouth curved into a half-smile.

i feel. . .protective of them, the woman explained. they are important to verapaz, and so, they are important to me.

her head tilted slightly sideways, icy gaze taking in the long lines of his frame. you're a new face, fiamma remarked. her tone and countenance were clear enough—she liked what she saw. what brought you to us?

whatever that was, god be blessed for it.