Reclaimed Retreat

On Sanctus, we put down stone where we pleased, and at our progress nature retreated. Things aren’t as simple on Verra. While we lived in the old lookout, we spent hours every morning hacking back the brush that crept up the walls overnight. We shooed away the feyfolk that seemed intent on growing it. Mikel killed one, and the next day we found him dead with his mouth and eyes stuffed full of flowers. ‘Place of power’ my arse. If you feel like dealing with it, the deed is yours, but it’s more trouble than it’s worth.