“So you are saying,” the voice of Water splashed slowly, “That
we should take action now?”
“I don't really see that you have much choice,” Fiona replied.
“The Angel and their master,” she continued, pointing at Strauss,
“They're going to war. No, actually, they're already at war. That
war has already touched the Warp, in more ways than I can possibly
say. And it will continue to do so. The only choice the Forest has
left is which side to support.”
“What should the Forest care,” Earth rumbled ponderously, “Who
has dominion in the Weave? It is neither here nor there to us.”
“Hear, hear,” Fire crackled in agreement.
“You're not listening to me,” Fiona said frustratedly. The whole
time she was talking she continued to stroke the cats, keeping a
close eye on Strauss. “Their struggle is not for control of the
Weave. Such a thing is impossible, they both know that. No, this
conflict is about influence in the Warp, and right now the game is
wide open.”
