Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

LMAAAO i cauldron-cackled when i read it

for a moment, leshen looked as if he might oblige qiao's request. her dancing eyes went from bright with hope to dark with fury as she realized his intentions far too late to deal reprisal.

she jerked her head through the greenbriar in a resounding snarl, lips curled around pointed teeth. you come back when you become curled around your stomach and foaming at the mouth. the herbalist called to the receding figure. whether it was truth or simply a bluff, only qiao knew.

muttering a deep curse after leshen, qiao placed a crowfeather in the snow that disappeared in a tangle of black fumes.