For the skies will fall
When the blood is spilled
Of the long-forgotten child
Of the one we killed, buried, and tilled
We took advantage of their grace
We desecrated their grave
May they forgive us
As scarlet comes to judge us all
— Lumisade Folksong
"Ah."
You could hear a pin drop.
"I see."
"Does Arty — of course she knows. She sent you with her recommendation after all." Ilmarë slumped back into the soft fabric of the sofa. She turned her head to look at the person beside her.
"Petra, what's your take on this?"
Petra was — as we expected — closing her eyes, refusing to look into Vera's eyes.
"Sorry... Vera." Petra looked down, clearly feeling guilty.
