When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
The note from Juniper had been a surprise asking to meet at the Observatory. Alina didn't know the other Fae that well, nor did the huntress know what this meeting was about. Still, she flew to the tower at the appointed time.
Her wings were still damaged and tattered from her brush with the sand storm, and her skin looked red, raw, and scoured. However, her head was held high, shoulder squared and back, and she held a spear in her hands. Landing, she made her way towards Juniper.
Alina nodded at the other woman. "Juniper. You asked for me?" The huntress' eyes bored into her fellow Fae, and Alina's lips were pressed into a narrow line.
Her wings were still damaged and tattered from her brush with the sand storm, and her skin looked red, raw, and scoured. However, her head was held high, shoulder squared and back, and she held a spear in her hands. Landing, she made her way towards Juniper.
Alina nodded at the other woman. "Juniper. You asked for me?" The huntress' eyes bored into her fellow Fae, and Alina's lips were pressed into a narrow line.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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