EIRACHI
”And you took your sweet time about it.” It would be wrong to say that the Eirachi does not sound grateful, or pleased with the outcome, but might it have taken precedent over other tasks? Who knows? It is done now, and there is little else to do but to give what was promised.
She appears before the icy altar, enrobed in frost, hands spread in satisfaction. ”Come, then, sweet thing,” she invites, fixing Wessex with pale eyes, her sharp teeth bared in a smile. ”A deal is a deal. My kin no longer suffers, and you receive what we agreed.”
She appears before the icy altar, enrobed in frost, hands spread in satisfaction. ”Come, then, sweet thing,” she invites, fixing Wessex with pale eyes, her sharp teeth bared in a smile. ”A deal is a deal. My kin no longer suffers, and you receive what we agreed.”
Hush, now...
