Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saēna didn't seem convinced. Pura watched her wrestle with the idea of allowing another bloodline to take root at the Plateau whilst he calmly considered how he might crack a newborn's back. But his sister was adamant that the unborn threat could be kept in check, and he nodded to show his support. "We can beat them," he agreed, assuming she meant physically, and returned his attention to lunch with renewed vigour. Their conversation had forced more words out of Pura than he was accustomed to giving up in the space of a single conversation, and he needed time to ruminate on the exchange.