06-23-2022, 21:11:05 PM
Quinarva puffed up, then relaxed and sighed. She'd expended her rage for the day on Agatha, and probably would again tomorrow. "I suppose it's easy for a mortal malaka to think that way. In case you haven't finally pieced it together, I'm a nymph, a nature spirit. Nature spirits must have a better bond and respect for nature than a mortal, because, in a way, this forest is my parent. I've never needed a plow and I don't intend to start using one just because of our situation. If I do, nature will decide I'm unworthy of its harmony, and you won't want to see what it does to spirits it's come to hate. It's about sanctity, not about me being too weak to use a sword."
If you hear about someone putting characters through intense despair and misery, then that someone is probably me.