Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

going to try and keep my posts a bit shorter for this hmm

Once upon a time, when Andraste was Aurëwen, she had been sweet and stupid when she had first known the crone. She had been sulking and silent when her priority had not been in the hunting of her son; the ender of his sire.

Nevermore.

For the first time as well, the stricken hadn't given care to the misgivings of others. The faction of their forging — and her eyes remained hollow, arcane as she met the unending depths of Hydra's sapphires. Enshrouded within midday mists they were; but the sibyl said nor felt nothing. She only returned the locus of her gaze to the singular post where she knew Vercingetorix most certainly still lie. Without preamble— 

"I will take ze throat of whoever you do not."
She was here and had never been;
unearthed.