Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180327044414

"Yes. We will.  In this way or that, we will.  They will not be difficult to find, once I have their scent."

She pauses. "I am old, but not so old. I remember the kin mothers, telling of the world, when it was before the time of the fire of the Demon Mother that made the hearts and bodies of all turn.  Some of them were old enough to remember it, old enough that they knew the heart of both monster and wife.  The Demon Mother did not take away our fire, but made it one with her own, that we are of two hearts.  We are wives, but when we wish it, we are in our old bodies.  But even then, the Demon fire does not leave us.  We have old bodies, but new hearts.  But this, this place..."

She looks around the horizon again, her eyes steeling.

"...No human should live here. It has no heart.  The Great Fire left this place long ago.  There is no love for the hunt, only feeding.  No love in this place.  If I had many moons to stay, I would, but this is not so.  Perhaps it is for the best."

Her voice is bitter and judgmental. She clams up, not intending to bring the subject up again, when Jorge bursts from the cottage, looks around, and begins climbing to the roof.

She gives him a startled look, such as it is. "...Jorge? What is this you do?  What is the matter?"