The Thorn in Spring’s Grasp “She blooms where she is planted, but her roots are poison.”
For the first time in twelve years, April smiled. Slave Witch April -Aconite-
She wanders the back roads of the Estates, leaving behind a single sprig of Monkshood on the chest of every dead slaver. They say her eyes have turned the color of tarnished silver. They say she can no longer speak human tongues, only the rustle of poisonous leaves. The Thorn in Spring’s Grasp “She blooms where