Safrin
"It depends how far they are provoked." Safrin replies, her eyes like jewels made bright beneath firelight. "For centuries they stayed in their woods. That they are leaving now, coming all the way out here?" She shrugs softly. "It could simply be a vendetta against the ascended. Or...perhaps not."
The fae were capable of much, and Sunjata was naive to think his care and strength would be a match for them. But, such was how metal was hardened into a useable weapon. Into the fire and out again.
The fae were capable of much, and Sunjata was naive to think his care and strength would be a match for them. But, such was how metal was hardened into a useable weapon. Into the fire and out again.
