Duskfire Glacier dark skies that hung above

this can be her last post unless Tyrr does somethjng that needs response :)

There was a small, angry part within her that wanted to tell him where exactly he could shove his trust, but her better judgement won out and instead she nodded, wondering what exactly this other business was but not feeling like asking any questions at the moment.  It wasn't as though she would have any affect on whatever plans he laid, for she had seen how far her own opinions weighed against his.

While he was gone she would seclude herself, wandering in isolation and thinking on his offer.  Often would she curse him for it, and for the thick headed manner in which he had refused her own request.  And by the time he returned, she would be no closer to an answer, though resignation would have weighed upon her.

She had allowed herself to hope, and that was her mistake.  She should have known by now that home was a memory, her life before something she would never regain.  Even if she returned now, it would never be the same, for even if she redeemed herself in her queen's eyes, she would not redeem herself in her own.  Forever she would know that she in part is the reason Quetzacoatl lost her beloved son.  She just needed to decide if that, a half-life of failure in the land she loved, was better than the unknown that waited her in this savage country.