"Of course I can talk to them. They listen. They always listen, whether people realize it or not. And I don't care about the people," she mused quietly. "They can't get in my way anymore, I won't allow it."
Fern smiled, slow and easy. "But I will have a place like this. Plans are already moving forward. I just have to figure out what the Lady needs, and then we can start building."
She sucked her injured fingertip into her mouth, cleaning off the last of the blood, the taste of salt and iron more familiar than she cared to admit. "It's all a puzzle, Noah. Where do you fit in?"