[ P ] Divine Retribution

Wretched Gods
Divine Fools

Lark's excitement was snuffed out in an instant by a narrow-eyed look from Mother Rhiannon. Her smile was wiped clean off her face and her ears lay flat. Looking around, she realized everyone was staring at her as though she had two heads. She drew back a couple of steps and receded as she could from the unwanted attention. That wretched False Mother, Nimue, took the stage and corrected her in front of all of the other children, adding more insult to injury.

A scowl made it's way across the scorned girl's maw and she peered over at Rhiannon as the others began to pipe up. They all received smiles, nods of approval. When Henbane started up, smirking as though she were a gift from the Goddess, as she proclaimed the sacrifices were not about what, but who. Lark could no longer hold her tongue, lips peeling back in a snarl as she barked, “Maybe we start with you, Hen!"

@Rhiannon @Anwynn @Henbane @Sumac

"The familiar taste of poison."