why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
"We haven't historically been helpful, either," Amalia points out with good-natured chagrin. After the blight and the massacre at the Mathair the Shield can hardly blame the Fae for keeping to themselves. "I hope we'll be able to form better ties in the future. My sis- our queen, Evie Wordsworth the Evergreen, will be glad to hear of this. Who, uh... who's in charge of the Greatwood these days?" She's heard nothing about the succession after Delah's death.
She nods as the woman accepts her offer, setting off toward the other side of the market where the tanner's booth stands. "How has the forest been? And... the tulmhainar? I've been meaning to visit it again, but..." She winces ruefully. I've been busy hardly seems like an excuse, especially following the blight. "I hope there have been more happy memories than unhappy ones."
She nods as the woman accepts her offer, setting off toward the other side of the market where the tanner's booth stands. "How has the forest been? And... the tulmhainar? I've been meaning to visit it again, but..." She winces ruefully. I've been busy hardly seems like an excuse, especially following the blight. "I hope there have been more happy memories than unhappy ones."
Amalia
