"I don't want Kavaa there." Arascus told Kassandora. "Any of them actually." She nodded.
"Neither do I." The risk that Elassa would try and drag them back into the folds of the White Pantheon wasn't high, but it wasn't impossible. The easiest way to stop that was simply for them to never interact.
Iniri sat with Kavaa in the middle of one of the camps. All the camps had expanded, wooden structures had gone up, the bases were looking more like small towns that military locations now. Only Kassandora's troops still slept in tents. There, the Goddess of War had not even made a shelter for herself. Some people were watching Anassa train her men from the distance, but no one dared to step close. Anassa had made a name for herself on the first week when people were inquisitive about what she was doing. Journalists were not allowed near the sorcerer's quarter. Not out of any secrecy, but for their own safety.
