Amelia's heart skips a beat. She knows this voice. She only heard it once or twice in her life, and only in her dreams, but no monster will ever mistake it –
"Yes," the fog continues before Amelia can even complete the thought, and she folds her wings at the disapproval in Her voice, "Your games are no longer amusing Over humans, no less. You disappoint me, children."
Amelia wants to say something, argue, tell Her that it's totally this awful shade's thought, but She is much not interested in whatever they have to say in their defense.
"I did not give my children this land so they can fight among themselves. Shall I remind you?"
The starts to recede along with Her presence, though some of it still swirls gently at ground level. She is always watching, of course, but at the same time there's a distinct feeling of being watched by something else. Something uncomfortable.
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"Yes," the fog continues before Amelia can even complete the thought, and she folds her wings at the disapproval in Her voice, "Your games are no longer amusing Over humans, no less. You disappoint me, children."
Amelia wants to say something, argue, tell Her that it's totally this awful shade's thought, but She is much not interested in whatever they have to say in their defense.
"I did not give my children this land so they can fight among themselves. Shall I remind you?"
The starts to recede along with Her presence, though some of it still swirls gently at ground level. She is always watching, of course, but at the same time there's a distinct feeling of being watched by something else. Something uncomfortable.