Sleepy Fox Hollow icarus

Annaliese understand the frustration; it is not what she expected Diaspora to be. The embodiment of strength starts at the top, and if the General crumbles, certainly Diaspora is soon to follow. A frown tugs upon the red woman’s lips.

I take it you believe Diaspora will not follow you then? She whispers. Icy blue eyes glancing beyond the fox, towards the thick of the Hollow, as if expecting an angry mob to storm from the shadows at the mere hint of treason.