Calvin
*Gwylyss turn to listen to the witch's words, a suspicious gaze could be seen in his crimson eyes as the drow had his suspensions. He knew these two women were good of heart, kind and caring so it would not be surprising that they'd pity or even support the slaves. He thought for a moment, his finger gently tapping the butt of his blade.*

```"Yes, that maybe our best approach. If we come across them, I will hold my tongue and my blade."```

*Despite the suspension in his eyes, he knew that if he killed the slaves and started a fight then the drow would have nothing to work with. Esme and Almonde had proven their worth, from the beginning they were far from useless. His gaze turned to Maya as he began walking past a floating soul, and began to take the lead. Providing a firm nod to the witch's question.*

```"I'll take the lead. On our way here, I saw a potential location. Better suited for her ladyship. Let's move."```

*The drow said in a neutral tone, an expressionless face as his eyes simply stared forward. With a pack on his shoulder, the man began to lead the way as Almonde waited for the witch to follow. It was then she took the opportunity to speak to Esme. Titling her head as she spoke, hands behind her back.*

```"I thought it was the Duergar that worked with slaves, not Drow. I don't suppose this is a rare occasion. Maybe... If given the chance... We could take the slaves with us to the surface? If the opportunity comes, maybe we can consider it an extra reward. Heh..."```

*Almonde made her intentions clear with her words, she wasn't one to betray but her good nature wanted to save the slaves if it was possible. Some comfort and relief would fall onto her shoulders as the drow agreed to follow the duo to the speak first and blades approach. Almonde would make a jest to lighten the mood.*

```"So much for avoiding the drow huh? Haha..."```
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*As the trio once again traveled and began to take a short hike, the drow would lead them deeper into the mushroom forest. The more south they went, the more glowing life surrounded them. Gwylyss was silent as he always was, as an uneasy air seemed to surround the party. One order is all it took for the man to turn his blades against the duo, or at least that's what Gwylyss said. The trio crossed a stone bridge that went over a small river, wildlife echoed around them and colorful fuana surrounded the floor. Despite the cruel and harsh nature, the underdark was not without its beauty. As they began to cross the river, Almonde would get curious and asked a bold question to the drow.*

```"So do all drow men like girls that nearly kill them or is it just you. Normally it's the opposite, where I come from."```

*The devotee kicked a rock over the stone bridge, watching it fall into the waters below. The waters reflected the soft glowing blue around them, as she could even see her reflection. The drow spoke as simply continued walking arcoss the bridge, not turning around as he spoke.*

```"I am aware. Comfort and care does not create strength. My kin beat the weaknesses out of me. Maya was ready to bleed and burn the shame within me. Perhaps one day, she will end me but I know that... If I father her children... They will be even more monstrous, ruthless and powerful than either of us. They will not only survive the underdark, but dominate it."```

*The drow said sounding oddly proud and passionate for a moment, before gripping his fist. The same fist that he lost, before finishing his answer.*

```"That is... If I gain her favor and my feats outweigh my failures."```

*Gwylyss said with a lower tone, almost like a whisper as he began to walk forward. Almonde couldn't really hear what the drow whispered well, and walked a little closer to him. As she'd ask another bolder question, while taking a glance at Esme. Wondering it is was a good idea.*
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```"So... For example... If you and Esme had... Kids hypothetical. Would they be like half elves? Maybe they'd "Dominate" Both the surface and the underdark. Ever thought of that, huh?"```

*Almonde hoped to challenge the drow on his beliefs and what his views were, hoping to bring out that light within him. The drow turned his head to look at Almonde, before his gaze met with Esme. He was quiet and his expression was one of genuine surprise and concern.*

```"I would never bring such dishonor to my own kin. To bring in... Half bloods. That's unnatural! It- No. No, it would mix and the cultu- Just no. Enough. Silence! Before I strangle you with the very hand that you healed!"```

*The calm and serious drow was replaced with a embarrassed man, he tried to explain the clear dishonor that it would bring but the more he spoke, the more his words would stumble upon each other. He simply threatened the devotee as she'd step away with a smile, as the nun was quick to hide behind the witch. When his red eyes met with the witch, he quickly turned away.*

```"Focus on the mission, you fools. This place is perfect for a campsite. Unpack your things with haste."
Merle
"I am not saying we should be completely pacifists, we must defend ourselves." *Esme promptly follows up as she walks a couple paces behind him.*
"And once we find this potential campsite, we should each take position and scope around."

*As Almonde walks beside her, Esme gives a slow nod. The nun isn't wrong about Duergar and slaves but it isn't beneath the drow to get slaves either. The original group she had assisted all those years ago had the concept of it. They didn't dare make slaves of the witches but they did play into the concept of owning them should they had come across other cave dwellers or underlings. That was when Esme learned to speak less and listen more. The scolding her mother had given her that day still riddles Esme with guilt.*

"If we have the chance, I think it would be wise... But allow me to be blunt." *Esme hesitates as she feels she sounds like her mother above all else.*
"We mustn't court disaster. We can assist but we must not intervene entirely on matters that are not our own- it is not to be selfish. But if it cannot be done, we mustn't force it as badly as I do want to help."

*There is a tinge of guilt in Esme's tone. For years she has had to endure watching horrors that should could not act on. This has allowed Esme patience and further enlightenment but at a great cost. To remove the heart, it is needed as a Twilight Witch. It is not their place to intervene in matters that do not concern their immediate cause. Even if her order is long dead, she must still keep some of their beliefs alive. As there have been times Esme has helped causes to condemn others. It doesn't feel good and often she has come to realize that misplaced helped in areas that should not be touched, allows corruption to further spread if things are not handled properly. So what is the harm in handling slaves?*

*The Drow can retaliate and the neighboring villages and towns are innocent... But it wouldn't be beneath them.*

*This causes Esme to zone out in her own thoughts, leaving Almonde to converse with Gwylyss. She doesn't even hear the question that is asked as she is too busy looking out at the sights before her. A world drenched in a beautiful blue, whereas in the past she has walked similar roads under the grand glowshrooms of purple. Two drow children, five men and one woman. All accompanied by her own coven. It was a nasty start but by the time they had come to a place similar like this, Esme had learned of a few folk songs sung by the drow. She can hear their laughter now and it causes her to chuckle in response to her own memories. Her fingers tap against her upper leg as she sways her head back and forth, no longer paying attention to what is in front of her.*

*Then she feels herself collide into the broadened back of Gwylyss and her gaze widens, the song coming to an abrupt end as Almonde's words register in her head. The annoyance on the drow's face over such a suggestive question. Unable to figure out who to look at, the enraged drow or the mischievous paladin. Esme stammers over words that cannot form sentences and panic ensues. It only makes it worse when he looks at her and unknowingly, the witch exchanges an apologetic glance at him. Then Almonde hides behind her and Esme is left to stand straighter than a board, letting out a bit of nervous laughter.*
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"U-unfortunately even if I wanted to be a mother, I could not." *Esme blurts out rather loudly as if trying to address Almonde's curiosity to get her off of Gwylyss. But silly nerves turns into seriousness and a hint of sorrow forced out in a single chuckle.*

"My magic- I am not infertile by any means. But the magic that courses through my veins is strong, ancient so it was claimed. The coven would have me... Oh dear... Create..." *She stammers again, rubbing the back of her head before setting down her bag.*
"With a child of equal strength. So I'd likely need to consummate with a god or demi-god of magic value- that's what is written in the prophecy I guess. But that's all hypothetical and I enjoy being quite pure very much, it allows me to focus on other things."

*At this point Esme is rambling while cold sweat drips down her brow. She cannot bring herself to look at either of them. But the hope is that this will get Almonde to ask her questions rather than Gwylyss and to ensure she keeps calm. Esme begins singing the old drow tune again. Her voice angelic though quiet as to not attract much attention. If she wouldn't have made it far as a witch then she would get quite far as a bard. It is beautiful and the resonance of it is quite serene.*

"A-and I am sure after this Maya will accept you Gwylyss, if that is truly what you want." 

***Shut up! Shut up! You're talking too much! Stop mentioning it! Stop!*** *Esme then hums a tiny bit louder to drown out her own cursing thoughts.*
Calvin
*Upon hearing the hard hitting wisdom and advice of the witch, the young devotee was somewhat conflicted on this. She knew that there was no saving anyone but she was more than willing to her own skin, until the woman realized that she may endanger her companion. This entire adventure bad been quite a rough ride that caused the devotee to almost forget what she was here for. She was to protect the witch and assist her search, that was her word. The hard advice was swallowed and redirected her attention on themselves. The witch was right. Almonde gave the witch an understanding nod.*

*The trio continued their hike and search for their new campsite, it was ironic that Almonde assumed that they could simply hop in and out of the underdark earlier in the morning. As the witch reflected on her past, and losing herself to the entire world below the surface. Before suddenly getting dropped back into reality, as Almonde and Gwylyss were having their not so civilized discussions. The frustrated crimson eyes of the drow slowly faded into curiosity, as the witch spoke of her situation. Almonde popped her head over her shoulder, to listen carefully. Both were oddly curious enough to pause their conflict to listen.*

```"Ancient and strong blood, I suppose that explains how you lived over 80 years without looking like a hooked horror's neck. My instincts told me that you were than meets the eye. But, prophecies are lies yet proven wrong."```

*The drow said as his eyes soften, his voice was firm and calmer. He'd learn more about the witch, his knowledge of the Arcana was low. His gaze ran onto the ground as he seemed deep in thought. Almonde would lean to Esme's right as she'd ask in a curiosity tone.*
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```"Oh wow, so like in this prophecy... You're like a bride for a God or demigod. I've heard about songs like these! Wizards and witches charming the gods with their magic ability, and well... Demigods are born. Oooh, was there a particular God or demigod that you fancy? I mean- no need to tell if you're not comfortable. It's just that I've studied almost every divine being, even the scary ones like Lolth a- oh sorry, Gwylyss."```

*Almonde said as she'd place her bags on the ground, enjoying the feeling of a free back. The drow was focused on a fire as she apologized for mentioning the dark queen. He spoke as Esme's angelic voice was distracting him, sometimes pausing to listen for a moment.*

```"You... You are right to fear her. We all worship her. Out of fear."```

*Almonde would begin clearing the area to be used as a camp, the drow busy with making a flame. The witch's song made the air, easy, warm and peaceful. Gwylyss felt very at ease, his body language was telling. Almonde had a big smile as she'd busy herself. As the witch spoke to the drow, encouraging him that his ladyship would accept him. He simply looked up at her.*

```"To be with a woman of her status and strength, is the highest honor that anyone can gain in my stead. It's less of a want, and more of a duty... A need. Thankfully, I've... Been given another chance to fail or earn such an honor. What... What is it that you both want?"```

*The drow spoke rather calmy as he began to reflect on his journey. From a young boy too afraid to fight, into a man who that cheated death on a regular basis. The witch's words struck him, what he truly wanted. Was that even a question and was it even a priority? He shook his head as the fire was set aflame, softly blowing into the flame, it rose brighter and bigger.*
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*Almonde used the opportunity to demonstrate her tent building skills, that was until she heard the drow's question. It was rare for the drow to be curious, so the devotee gave her answer in a genuine and gentle manner. Putting aside her mischievous nature to not ruin the peaceful air, knowing that will change as Maya arrived.*

```"Well, I'm a blessed with a lot. But I suppose I'd want to help others. Spread and bring Calisto's embrace to as many souls that accept it."```

*Almonde's voice wasn't spoken with a lot of confidence as she wasn't sure on how to explain it. Pondering if she chose her words right, taking a moment to pause and see if her words fell on their feet or down a cliff. Her eyes naturally turned to glance at the witch.*
Merle
"Ah time eludes me, it is equal a blessing and a curse." *Esme chuckles, trying her best to conceal the pain in her voice.*

*How many adventurers has she seen die? How many funerals had she attended. Hands held, sisterhood made, all for it to end in a sea of flowers with coffins being lowered into the ground. There are many who would kill for this 'blessing'. But Esme knows the real pain of knowing she would even out live elves. This causes her to wince as she isn't paying attention, gasping out as in the middle of sharpening her pike to set up her own tent. Esme sighs as she looks at the small bit of blood that trickles from her thumb, the warm glow that usually surrounds her quickly fading.*

"And I am no bride, I never will be. The prophecy was a bit broad and of course was talking about my coven, how they are interpreted is... Well up for debate. I don't think it is so literal." 

*Esme then lets out a hearty laugh to Almonde's question. A god she fancies? She has never met any and only once has she met a demi-god. A man of true perfection but she dare not make claim of love in regards to Noctis. Like most who meet her, she imagines his interest in her looks will promptly fade. He needs her magic for his ambitions and as silly as it would be to think that the prophecy was speaking about him. Esme doubts it, it would be too literal. It's just that her coven often referred to such godly standards, especially with her genes. Not that she was ever comfortable with the idea of being talked about like she was a prized mare. But again, there is a reason her coven no longer steps in the day of light.*

"I do not have anyone I fancy. In fact, I admire that you guys can." *She finishes off with a final chuckle, her ears picking up to Gwylyss' own curiosity.*
"And if that is what you truly desire then you should have best faith you can achieve it Gwylyss. Even if it seems impossible, you have the capabilities... As for what I want?"

*What does Esme want? This isn't the first time she has been asked the question and never has the answer changed. Her gaze averted, now locking onto the various orbs that light up the caverns around them. Her breathing slowed as a look of melancholy is present on her features.*

"Love..." *She then mumbles out.* 
"But it is not something I can have. I wish for magic to love me, and I, it. It is the closet I can get to love I would imagine. Eternal life denies it from me, my duty will not permit it."

*Almonde's sweet response brings the warmth back to Esme. It is a good goal to have, one that she can relate to. If she didn't have it, the witch isn't sure if she would have the strength to keep going in her eternal life. Her gaze then turns back to Gwylyss and despite the admission of such sad words. She even smiles at him, hoping that if it is truly what he wants. That he shall pursue it as Esme knows all too well what happens when you cannot.*

"I suppose to you, it's quite silly isn't it? Sorry if the sweetness is too much to bare." *She jests.*
Calvin
*As the cool air of the underdark was battled against with the warmth of a bonfire, Almonde took a moment to hear what the witch said. Wondering if immorality was really a curse or a blessing, the devotee knew that living a long life was important yet knew that all mortals would fall into slumber. If there was a start than there would be a end. She did not realize how close and sensitive this topic was to Esme, yet felt honored to hear her speak openly.*

*A soft chuckle left her lips upon knowing there wasn't a particular God that she fancied, yet the drow and her held their faith true. Despite the differences. The drow was silent upon hearing hearing the word love being mentioned, while Almonde had a gleeful expression on her face.*

```"Awww, but maybe there's a way? Maybe you can find someone who also lives for an eternity? Ahhhh, an eternal love! Oh, apologies. I er- have a soft spot for romance. Well- not for myself but love stories and such."```

*Almonde said nervously as she'd turn her attention back to work, and spare her companions of her romance obsession. During this moment of silence, Gwylyss turned to the witch. The corners of his lips began to curve up ever so slightly, as he spoke.*

```"Like a sweet venom, I slowly bulid a tolerance to it. Although it is not foolish to commit to your duty, putting your own desires aside. It's a sacrifice to be a part of something greater than yourself."```

*Gwylyss spoke as he was checking the sharpness of his bolts, blades and daggers. His tone was calm and even held some warmth to it, perhaps it was just the fire. He approached the witch, handing her a dagger. An drow dagger, it was far from a beauty. Practical, sharp and strong. The blade was oiled and cleaned. No magic just a simple dagger.*

```"Here. Take it as a gift, as you refuse to take debts."```
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*The drow would hand the dagger to her, rather carefully. The man was gearing up, and seemed ready to leave. It was then that Almonde spotted the dagger and could not hold her tongue.*

```"Aww, Gwylyss. You're too kind. Hmm, every weapon should have a cool name. What about... Dark one? It's the same blade I know but... It's kinda like a reminder?"```

*Almonde said as she'd warm her cold hands against the fire, taking a moment to steal its warmth for herself. Taking off her helmat, her blue hair was a mess. The drow stood up and faced the duo, speaking with a unloaded crossbow in hand.*

```"With the camp set up, I will not keep her ladyship waiting. I shall escort her here personally. The two of you may rest here after securing the area. Keep an eye out."```

*With that the drow began to hike back to where the noble Maya was waiting, with hope to run into a boar, the drow slowly walked out of view. Leaving the two humans at the camp. Almonde kept herself busy, filling up a bucket of water and other camp chores. After awhile, she sat down and turned to Esme. A feeling of deja vu fell upon her as she'd sit on the opposite of the flames as Esme.*

```"Do you want to take a nap? We can take turns and keep watch?"```

*Almonde said as she'd tried her best to hide her tiredness in her voice, her staff never leaving her side as it sat on her lap. Occasionally, her eyes would gaze around them. Looking at the sun in wonder what the time of day it was, wondering how civilizations below counted time. Stretching her arms out as her back cracks and popped.*
Merle
"Believe it or not I have met a few." *Esme nervously chuckles.*

*Vampires are an interesting topic. She is as perfect as it gets for them. Her blood can be extracted, it is always potent. She is marriage material for any man who can walk the night. Yet they were turned down all the same and while Esme imagines they are doing quite alright. It is still not a luxury she can have. Though Almonde's hopeful attitude is quite sweet. It even reminds Esme of when she was younger even if those dreams have long then since been crushed.*

"Unfortunately I have no love story for you, I do wish I did." *She hums as she finishes staking her tent.*
"Plus finding true heart can be tricky, no? Such a luxury I do not get to have but it is alright. I dare not give empty promises that I may swoon into the arms of any man."

*Even in such depressing conversation, Esme is brought to a bit of laughter. It would be nice to have love. To have someone sweep her off of her feet right now and let her know that everything will be okay. Esme isn't sure of the last she really thought about it. It causes her to grow a bit flushed in the cheeks as she realizes that she hasn't completely removed her feelings regarding the matter. But Gwylyss' words pull her out on what-ifs that she will never obtain. Much to her surprise he is approaching her with a gift no doubt.*

"A sacrifice... I guess you could say that." *Esme then smiles up at him as she carefully takes the dagger in hand.*
"Thank you Gwylyss."

*Esme then looks over to Almonde's suggestions. Dark one, huh? That could work and with a happy nod, the name shall be bestowed. She moves her hand downwards to feel for the strap of her garter. Carefully strapping it against her outer thigh, with a thumbs up the witch is content to feel armed again. Her previous dagger was used to free Gwylyss. So it's good to have a weapon back at her side that she can easily reach just in case they need it.*

"Dark One will do- and be safe Gwylyss. Though I am not sure you need my blessings. Just take care of yourself on the way back."

*As the drow begins to walk off, Esme then comes to a stand as she approaches Almonde. She can see the exhaustion in the girl's eyes. Rest is needed and she will not deny Almonde it any longer.*
"Why don't you rest first? I can keep watch- also..."

*Then a deep and long winded sigh escapes Esme's chest as she hunches over. From the many questions of Almonde, the mentioning of her and Gwylyss sharing off spring to even dealing with Maya. It was a lot and Esme felt as though at any second she was going to explode. As she slowly comes to a rise, her cheeks brighter than the flames in front of her. The witch groans in a bit of frustration, though not at Almonde, and over the fact she was overwhelmed.*

"I have never been so suffocated- He complimented me and insulted me at the same time! What an unreadable man! I didn't even do anything and don't get me started on Maya! I will say, the Drow are a beautiful people and the warriors are no exception!" *Esme barks as she wags her finger back and forth, poor girl is unloading now.*

"But by gosh! I have never felt so vulnerable! Every time he stared at me he looked as though he was going to kill me! Did he stare at you? My goodness... What did I even do!? Now he gives me a gift- I truly know not of what to make of this. I am not even sure if we really helped him, oh gosh!"
Calvin
*As the drow left the newly made campsite, the air was silent and cool. Distant wildlife echoed between the tall mushrooms, a sounds of a rushing stream of water nearby along with the occasional cracking of the burning wood. A tired smile grew on her face, as she'd nod in understanding to the witch's frustrations and overwhelmed mind. Poking at the fire with her staff, with a soft smile. She understood the overwhelming situation and was glad that she wasn't the only one breaking slightly. A deep breath escaped her lips, she'd wrap her arms over her legs and rested her chin over her knees. She also wished to talk about this, so naturally the devotee was relieved.*

```"I know! My body is screaming at me. We came for mushrooms! Not giant spiders, hooked horrors, bloodthirsty drows and ghosts! What's next? We going to fight a God for these mushrooms?!"```

*Almonde share a moment of united frustration and pain with the witch, holding back no more as she'd hold her legs tighter in her arms.*

```"I never met a more complicated and difficult man in my life. At least, I know if a spider hates me or not. Stare at me? No- well maybe in disgust and anger a few times. I didn't get a bloody gift, I healed his eye and arm! I don't need a lot but a darn thank you would be nice! Maya... Gods. I feel like she'd kill me if I looked at her funny."```

*She'd rise up as her hands patted her legs and rear from dirt, before sitting herself closer to the witch. Taking a deep breath out and her hands resting on her lap, an expression of determination could be seen on her face.*
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```"We have done fantastically, despite the many obstacles. We cannot truly help him, some people... Can only help themselves. That's why, we will have each other's backs. We will not be vulnerable if we stick together, we did great. I do not know what Gwylyss is doing or feeling, I hope there's some redemption growing within. I also hope that for Maya. But my priority has not changed, I will protect you and get those darn mushrooms."```

*Almonde gently patted the witch on the back, wondering if they could just leave the drows now. No. They can't. They could but shouldn't. The devotee knew that Gwylyss behavior was odd, perhaps there was conflict within him. Maybe he was putting on an act to gain their trust? Whatever it maybe, it was stressful.*

```"Again, you did great. When we finish this quest, I will march us to a tavern and order a feast for us. But... Even though I've only known you for a short time. I feel like sisters, as if I can face the world with you and still not fear it. I am so glad I prayed for us before the quest, Calisto knows we need her guidance in this matter. I'm gonna make some tea for both of us. Gods know we need it."```

*Another deep sigh escaped her lips as she'd begin to boil some water, she sat back down and turn to the witch. Before she'd ultimately open her arms and lightly hugged the witch, it was an embrace. She needed the hug almost as much as the witch did.*
Merle
*Esme is practically aghast at the journey. Nearly speechless as even Almonde has to get her pent up energy out, her shoulders slump and for once she completely believes that their thoughts are truly aligned. It takes her a bit of time to catch her breath after she had spilled out every word, words with sincerity and truth to them. All of this... For mushrooms. Esme always knew of a possibility of coming across a Drow, maybe two, Well it was two... But she still didn't expect this! Not only did this mission get more complex but the two of them are tired up with a noble. Oh by the gods will!*

*Then she falls into a great deal of laughter, clutching onto her stomach as she leans back. What a journey this has been! And little did Esme know that poor Almonde was suffocating as much as she had been. Both girls are quite reserved and while there are parallels to their first meeting, she finds herself completely relaxed in the others presence. She would have never allowed herself to be so free prior and if Esme has to take a guess, she doubts Almonde would be so brash either. But here they are, complaining like two girls at a sleep over. It reminds her of simpler times despite being in a not-so current simple time. With an arm placed around Almonde as she reassures her, stifling her laughter. Esme cannot help but be in a way happy that things have worked out this way, at least for now.*

"I have been around Drow before and they have always been so certain. Gwylyss is a strange exception... Though I think we both know he is grateful in his own way." *Esme has to take a deep breath before continuing as to calm herself down.*

*A smile shown on her lips, her golden orbs filled with wonder. While things are truly quiet Esme now realizes the true beauty that surrounds them. A moment of peace, a sight that could only be seen if one were to take a stop and pay attention. Just how much of this has both Esme and Almonde missed? Not only is it breath taking but it's once in a lifetime. Well once per past lifetime in Esme's case as this is her second time being in an cavern similar. The underdark... It's name does not properly match just what can be found here. There is light, there is always light if you seek it. Which causes her to look back at Almonde hoping to cheer her up a little.*

"I haven't asked what you truly wanted to do. Your job with me is to fetch a mushroom. But I notice that you think Gwylyss can be changed to see the light as you said prior. Is that something you really want to do?"

*Esme seldom finds herself involving in matters that she shouldn't. An oak tree will grow the way that it does, it cannot be changed. To expect it to stretch tall like pine simply is against the natural order of the world. But... If a gardener dares to change how these trees grow and ask for her assistance. Then perhaps she can... Work around her little clause of observation.*

"And don't think I haven't noticed your comments." *The witch then snickers.* "Using me as reference for marriage and children. Just what romantic schemes have been cooking in that head of yours, hm?"

*These are thoughts that can be interesting to entertain. But Esme will always keep in mind that this situation can still be a set up. While she is unsure why Gwylyss gave her a gift and most of his intentions. She knows Maya is not one to be trusted what so ever. Gwylyss will listen to her command without a doubt and as Esme pulls out a few rations to share. She leans back in thought, even the words she spoke to Maya were not of Gwylyss' own desires. It was only to save his hide and play into the ideologies he believed himself. But he has been conflicted ever since they saved him and she doubts that either of them will get to talk to the warrior personally since he has gone to fetch Maya.*

"Goodness we better revel in this peace now before the Lady comes... It may be the last time we have it in a while."