i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Reave laughs abruptly at her certainty that the tree would die, genuinely amused. “I did not need further proof that you have spent little time around trees, but you have given it.” He shares a vision then. A tree uprooted by a storm. The tree should have died, but instead branches burrowed into the soil to become roots even as roots had sprouted leaves to catch the sun. Just as trees had learned how fire could help as much as it hurt, so too had they found other ways to survive. Reave knows of her desire to burn Taiga until nothing existed there, but she would never succeed. She might burn it, it’s true. But the trees would come back. They would always come back.
Still, perhaps he should warn her about the creatures that lurk in Taiga’s hidden depths. The ones who had ensured it did not burn last time. He suspects they would not take kindly to another attempt. But if she truly wished to try, who is he to stand in her way? Besides, she hadn’t asked.
He grins widely at her, appreciating the game she plays regardless. “If you wish to sow distrust, you should start where there is the most distrust to sow.” He pauses then, eyes gleaming brightly behind the strange shadows of his mask. “You already have a very good head start there.”
Reave sees the warning and understands it for what it is. He would have to be both blind and a fool not to recognize the threat that Gale posed. But even so, with the dark magician already wreaking havoc in the shifter pack, it is a tinderbox waiting to burn. It would be undoubtedly dangerous, but it would require only the smallest push. Perhaps the other kingdoms appear easier on the surface, but one thing he is quite certain of is that none of them would be truly without danger.
“Tephra is quiet, but they house magicians too,” he eyes her with that familiarly devilish gleam in his eye. “If you want easy and without danger, you have chosen the wrong profession.” He pauses then, gaze going briefly distant before refocusing on her. “Tephra would be less likely to retaliate, and they would recover quickly. Unless you can muster an army…” He lifts one quizzical brow then, lips tilted in a wry grin. He suspects he already knows what his sister’s answer will be. “Is that what you wish?”
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