The Flower with the Thorns

M.D. -

      Once more your aid is required in a matter most urgent. The offer once made for two is now desired for three. With the Sparrow lie the answers necessary. Her song may be found where the leaves bloom green beneath the shelter of home. I beg of you, do not tarry.

Falling into her favored chair upon her return from Dreadwake was easy enough for Drissa, particularly after the week of blood and battle.Up came the woman's feet, finding rest atop the purple and blue ottoman, trimmed with a shimmering silver thread. Quiet filled the elegant apartment, with only the sound of crackling fire reaching her keen elven ears. For what felt like an eternity the priestess sat there, staring into the dancing flames as a myriad of thoughts and questions raced through her mind.

Answers were had now, far more than Drissa had ever wished for, but still there were not enough, not what she needed. What was she supposed to now? Continue waiting? Pray? Hope for the best? While that was all well and good in lesser situations, in this, it was a far cry from any sort of optimal solution. It was downright bollocks to be frankly honest. Patience was one thing but such risks....? Was she right to take them? Especially now....