Bearclaw Valley a tale of jerusalem

something's not right.

Aventus carries himself different—uncertain, with a weaving gait. alarm immediately raises her hackles at this, and at the question, Avicus straightens further, her indigo gaze wide and on full alert.

she nods, then says, hh'Laurel. you kill her. another dip of her head in congratulations, her face reverent.

they have done what she could not, and while jealousy still rages within her, she is undoubtedly pleased that her family had been the one to fell the wicked witch.

Avicus tilts her head slightly, brow knitting. Merrick? she asks briefly. her father had always been so quick to answer border calls.