theforestofkells:
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The eyes. They were there, just for a moment, paired with that sharp, merciless smile. Her pupils narrow despite the dark and she springs into the branches of an oak across the clearing, disappearing like a ghost into the leaves. This is her battlefield. The smoke and mirrors are her weapon to use, and she will not be corralled like a disoriented mouse in a den of cats. She leaps to another position dozens of yards away, perching on a gnarled limb of twisting bark high above the ground.
"What do you want?" she snaps
The answer came from the shadowed underside of another branch, just a little ways above her perch. "I was actually here to confer with a mutual friend of ours." There is just the slightest lilt of a smirk to it, and all the world seems to still for a moment so the next word comes as a breath on the back of the girl's neck. "Crom"
