Ama shrugged her shoulder slightly. She ignored the salamander and looked down at Lyra. She stroked the little human's hair and looked back at the fae. [color=00746b]"I would say threats of war. Threats of murder. The usual. But they won't say it like that... Rulers of the seasons tend not to be so blunt with each other." [/color] Ama watched the trees around them as they walked, finding comfort in them. She usually wasn't comfortable being far from her own tree, but the thought of exploring and travelling always dulled the feeling.
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