Dragoncrest Cliffs a storm with skin

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This was not a conversation Tirgatao wanted to have, but the answers could come from no one but Heda herself. It was not fair to chase threads on the heels of the other members, nor was it proper. The pale Kru—loathed as she was to accept her semi-demotion, turned away and locked her eyes on the sea as not to challenge Thuringwethil further than her words might. "Portia mentioned that... outsiders," This word was weighed heavily but with extreme care. "are now part of your Hedonakru. Why not those already proven as family? Those that remained loyal to you? Or could you not trust after what happened?" Tirgatao was willing to see the truth behind what transpired in Drageda; Seageda was unfortunate—that was all there was to say on the matter.

She fell silent, lips pressed tightly together, and brows knit with the faintest hint of concern and anxiety.