When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Alina had been surprised to receive the invitation from Delphia. Morbid curiosity, as well as a desire to prevent outsiders (any non-Fae in the huntress' mind) from doing more damage to her precious Greatwood. So Alina had come, spear in hands, mouth carefully wrapped by a cloth. Her hair, normally worn free, was tightly braided and left in a bun on her head.
On one hip, a small medical kit rested. On the other, she had a quiver and a dagger belted, and on her back she had a small pack with some food, water, and rope. Her bow was lashed to the outside of the pack. Flying towards the designated meeting spot, she gave the storms a calculating look.
Only then did she turn to the demi-goddess. "What's the plan?" The huntress' words were short and clipped, entirely matter of fact and businesslike.
Alina brings a spear, a bow and arrows, a dagger, a medical kit with bandages, needle, and thread, and a bag with food, water, and rope.
On one hip, a small medical kit rested. On the other, she had a quiver and a dagger belted, and on her back she had a small pack with some food, water, and rope. Her bow was lashed to the outside of the pack. Flying towards the designated meeting spot, she gave the storms a calculating look.
Only then did she turn to the demi-goddess. "What's the plan?" The huntress' words were short and clipped, entirely matter of fact and businesslike.
Alina brings a spear, a bow and arrows, a dagger, a medical kit with bandages, needle, and thread, and a bag with food, water, and rope.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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