Chapter Fifteen
“The Forest Folk have a very peculiar gift; the ability to shapeshift into any animal in the One God, Ak’s, creation. The Forest Folk we have here in Beaynid are the Goyor, and they are a peaceful race who use their powers to tend the Earth. Our Goyor Queen is the acceptation, of course.”
—The Forest Folk: Goyor; Sarah Unell
—Field Guide of Beaynid; Myrin Zantroc
“I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time, empress.” Baobh’s words slipped from icy lips as she stood in the arched doorway. The sound of a battle still waging below was carried on the ocean fueled breeze. The sounds of an angry sky and the morbid screams of her warriors were gone now.
Her chest still heaved with spent exertion as she stared at the tiny beauty that stood before her. She saw
