Or we just painted a huge target on the back of our Freehold.
She didn't voice her concern however, figures, whoever led the expedition had to know that every choice has a consequence.
Anatole's question begged a moment of self reflection.
What did membership of the Spring Court entail?
Desire. That was the easy answer. But for each spring there was a different declination. For some - like her - it was a hunger for the sensual, an unbridled passion for art and knowledge, to banish their hardest moment and fill the void of what was Lost. For others, it was the orgies.
And she doubted it would be proper to cite the latter. Maybe they would appreciate the answer, after all the Emerald Court had a reputation, but...
"Ahem... hum. A-a lot of things", the bubbly brunette stammers, her face getting flustered all of sudden. "A lot of things"