Sublime

The Arelius clan, in the ruins of their ancestral home, is still in mourning over the loss of their Monarch. Their

there is no all-knowing central planner supervising the thousands and thousands of worker bees in a colony. The work of a hive is instead governed collectively by the workers themselves, each one an alert individual making tours of inspection looking for things to do and acting on her own to serve the community.

"I never saw a forest so petted,

“Truly,” he cried, “the heavens must have wept the day they created a man of such generosity, such selfless spirit, as your master! Please, do not weep! Instead, take this gift and know that I would gift thee with my very beating heart should you request it.”

Talk of misfortunes and misfortunes will come.

‘Wrong,’ he said. ‘A happy man is too occupied with his life. He thinks he is beholden to no one. But make him shiver, kill his wife, cripple his child, then you will hear from him. He will starve his family for a month to buy you a pure-white yearling calf. If he can afford it, he will buy you a hundred.’

The hare is an important totem animal, familiar in Celtic folklore and mythology, which serves as the badge for first degree initiates in Welsh Druid Tradition.

“He's spent more time underground than a mole. At least he's got Yerin with him, she's a good girl, but she wouldn't rest if someone killed her. You have to slow them down, you hear me? They're not Underlords.” She lowered her hand and sighed. “Not yet.” Eithan's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. After a moment, his smile came back, but t