Lost Creek Hollow umquam

It felt an evasion to the question—but the Mayfair wasn’t one to pry deeply into the beliefs and minds of others—at least, not if it did not affect him or his. A zealous roman that hunted a witch— Deirdre and Lasher far from the reaches of any violence or distress brought by fear of what others did not understand.

At times, he didn’t understand it, either.

They had a common goal—eliminate the potential for the witch to harm others—a misuse of her magics.

He simply allowed the conversation to wane then—gaze shifting to the den in which his children slept soundly. The thought of the swamp witch’s darkness finding its way to them held him for a moment. “I will help hunt her soon. They just need a little more time with a mothers touch and milk.”

And once they were tucked safely back into the creek, Akavir had seemingly found himself a perfectly good outlet for his building anger.