[ She does, in her own way. She feels his wild magic and she feels her own spirit hum in response, warm, smelling of earth, leaves, bark, moss, and stone, the essence of nature, the spirit of the forest entwined in her just as deeply as the sea runs through Gilia.
And as she listens, a mote of softness edges at the tension she wears so naturally in her body. ]
Your description matches my people. Stag-Knights. Are those the warriors you met?
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And as she listens, a mote of softness edges at the tension she wears so naturally in her body. ]
Your description matches my people. Stag-Knights. Are those the warriors you met?