Wapun Meadow Water Makes Fire

Zhavvi's expression changed into that of a more grateful one and she instantly nodded. "I would appreciate that. Do know that you will go against my father's wishes. The one who is your Khal," she returned. Her father had been very clear about protecting her. She was only allowed to run along with hunt or watch. Same went for fighting. Her father would get her away from fights as soon as he found out she was present. She was contently follow by on of her slaves that would run and tell if she would do anything out of order. Now she had escaped them but there would be secret session needed.

"I do not wait. My father knows that i want to fight and yet he doesn't allow me to. Just like he doesn't allow me to find a mate. He is very traditional." That was something of dorthran customs. She would not allowed as a female to pick one who she loved. Her father would find a suitable mate for her and she would have to deal with it. Bare his young and be a good mate. Zhavvi wasn't sure she wanted that. She wanted to fight and pick her own male that was worth enough.