( A woman of harm, reduced to her beauty. If powerlessness shames the Huntress, she wears her grief well: opens herself, arms and eyes and attention sharp, to listen to every shift of the forest, every turn of leaf or stone.
They arrived on the outskirts of Ke-Waicai, challenged no more and no less than she had anticipated. It seems to please her, wryly, when she returns to the fleeting encampment of her entourage, to have recalled the frenzy and suspicion of the village so well. For the modesty of her companions, she bears a coarse, large cloak now, ill draped over her shoulder, feet yet bare.
Now, she carries two pheasants captured from the woods, slim but enough to guarantee the start of the evening meal, as the sun crawls down. She entrusts them to Wrathion, never meeting his eyes — another allowance to her companions, that they need not experience the curse of her gaze. )
→ wrathion
( A woman of harm, reduced to her beauty. If powerlessness shames the Huntress, she wears her grief well: opens herself, arms and eyes and attention sharp, to listen to every shift of the forest, every turn of leaf or stone.
They arrived on the outskirts of Ke-Waicai, challenged no more and no less than she had anticipated. It seems to please her, wryly, when she returns to the fleeting encampment of her entourage, to have recalled the frenzy and suspicion of the village so well. For the modesty of her companions, she bears a coarse, large cloak now, ill draped over her shoulder, feet yet bare.
Now, she carries two pheasants captured from the woods, slim but enough to guarantee the start of the evening meal, as the sun crawls down. She entrusts them to Wrathion, never meeting his eyes — another allowance to her companions, that they need not experience the curse of her gaze. )
Cook this with nettle and garlic.