Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

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Lethargic acknowledgement of eyes upon the marring of her; the commencement of which had been seen through the bleary eyes of her own, as a younger sprite. To don veils of impassivity in the face of such a study  —  Andraste had long since learned that she could not, truly, blame those who then made their stares linger. It was not as if she could simply do away with it, after all;
"I mean to stay vigilant o'er these lands, if you will,"  the fée gave, without disdainful, pressing airs,  "I have heard tell of a lioness that has begun to roam beneath ze spires. You ... have not had ze misfortune of coming to fangs with ze beast, I hope?" Concern, she supposes, out of having looked after the crestmaid's whelp, once upon a time.