Duskfire Glacier we never go out of style

sorry mae is a stupid ass teen ;__;

The words, the accusations, the pointing of fingers was in the teen's mind, her little irrational mind, uncomprehensible and unacceptable. There was no right -- no excuse.
Her mother, the fire from where her own flame had been ignited, could not be accused of being a dire sinner -- a guilty madwoman with murderous deliriums. 
Even though the incident with the loud-mouth brat, Adlartok, was not mentioned it did not need to be. 
It wouldn't have made a difference anyways.
Because all that Tuwawi, the legitimate Queen of the Glacier, said or did, was to Maera, the proud Princess, correct. Her judgement, however clouded by the tragedy that had touched their family, was to Maera unquestionable.
Irrevocable.

"They are hers." the girl interjected, her eyes blinking incredulously at the pale female as if suddenly another red eye had bloomed out of her forehead. She knew well who had founded the pack she so fervently claimed to love, didn't she? Malachi was a fill-in, he had always been so. "Ours" she then corrected, her neck becoming stiff and erect with the pride she had always carried for her last name, for her heritage -- as broken and damaged as it was. 

In the silence that followed Maera's acclaration, a dejavu of past experiences came into mind. 
The speech Scarlett went on to give was one Maera knew very well. 
It were her goodbyes -- and though they held a promise, the faintest flicker of hope for a future reencounter Maera knew very well how hollow words could be.
Especially promises.

"You should not have come then, she'll kill you if she sees you here" she barked dully, only her hazel eyes softening at the sight, what would probably be the last, of her friend.