by Vivienne Chinnoir » Thu Oct 27, 2016 2:29 pm
"You wound me, hardd Rhewlif((beautiful Glacier)). You know the pain I endured at the whims of the Grey Council. I would never do that to another." Her voice trailed off in a growl. She shook her head slowly, a familiar gesture of regaining control. "With respect to our shared past of better times, I wish only to help. It is food for the sake of the fallen. I cannot aid them all, but those I do, have leaders to ensure all get a share and families with innocents. My pools come and go, I dare not set foot in the Raven's domain now."