The Tangle Hands to your hymnals, hell's at the door

Rosalyn did not answer his question straight off, leading him through the winding and overgrown paths.  First she had to consider whether there was any reason to hide it.  In the end, she found none, and one clear reason on the inverse to share; she could use a stranger's perspective.

I was looking for our neighbors, she responded, the levity of the statement belied by the tone which she spoke it in.  We've recently moved to the cliffs, and since have had two warnings delivered.  Apparently they've deemed us too close and decided it's their duty to drive us from this place.  She huffed out a laugh.  And here I thought we'd be safer here.  So I thought, if anyone should run into this trouble, it should be me.

And let them try to take me this time, she thought savagely.  She wouldn't have attacked on sight, and had every intention of honoring the peace as long as they held it.  As soon as one of them broke the dam, however, the water was bound to follow.

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