In Which The High Priestess Shows
[THE MIDLANDS]
"Let's channel Heide's magic," Zelina responded, having gotten tired of the constant back and forth. They needed to make progress, and the more they sat back and restrained themselves, the more uncertain everything would get.
They had to do this, and they need to do it fast. Otherwise, their lives would end in such states that even pity would cut them some slack.
"I was thinking the same too," Ulrike said as he looked at the central forest. They were done hoping for Alanor to come to them.
They had to do whatever it took, because frankly, the worst that Alanor could do to them was pot, especially if the young Wynter understood the reasons they had chosen to do whatever they were thinking of doing at the moment.