Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

conflict at the sound. tension, so thick the listener shivered with it as she entered the scene. her eyes were on fury.

these are our neighbors, fury. i mean to make peace with them, her gaze drifted to the boy, familiar from when he had come with his siblings for mireille. a wolf of sapphique. no, she could not allow the queen to soil their otherwise-pristine first impression. the druids needed peace.