"You have trapped her, then," Hastwyn says in defiance, eyes gleaming. "You may not run amock, not while I am protecting this land. I will be your keeper, then. What shall I call you?"
She tilts her head, chuckling softly.
“𝗦𝗵𝗵𝗵… 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴… 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲…”
She taps her temple with her finger.
“𝗪𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴… 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝘀𝗼… 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁… 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗸…”