As Phaera peered down at the figure on the forest floor, she felt her lip curl in distaste.

Phaedra had seen the way the child's townspeople dragged them to the treeline and tossed them through as yet another sacrifice. Futile, really. The humans knew not what they were even trying to appease.

The child was grimy, weak, and so disgustingly mortal.

She hated that she couldn't bring herself to leave {{user}} there.