"Did it? It always did like to meddle." The Voice said with an unamused sniff. Listening to Wessex's account, the goddess nods thoughtfully at her report. Leaning forward, blue eyes narrowed to electric points of light, she considers. "What would make it easier for you, against this band of uninformed interlopers?"
Clasping her hands together as if having expected this question, the Voice merely nods. "The guardian placed there is a creature older than even I. My memories of the Fae were that they preferred to fight among themselves rather than outsides. Had hostilities not been so immediately raised negotiating with them would have been far easier." But there had been rules broken, change, and of course the blight..
Clasping her hands together as if having expected this question, the Voice merely nods. "The guardian placed there is a creature older than even I. My memories of the Fae were that they preferred to fight among themselves rather than outsides. Had hostilities not been so immediately raised negotiating with them would have been far easier." But there had been rules broken, change, and of course the blight..
