Duskfire Glacier dark skies that hung above

I'll go ahead and have this archived. <3

Once more Manauia chose not to respond to him, not even bothering to ask what business it was that he had that required him to move into the southern parts of the Teekon Wilds. While her silence brought with it a small measure of relief — after all he would not have to dance around his true purpose — yet this relief was accompanied by surprise. He had expected her to fight him, and while technically in her own way she had a few seconds previously, for the moment Týrr appeared the victor; despite that she knew full well there was nothing that was binding her here, to him, other than her belief that Quetzalcoatl would punish her for his own choices. Either way, Týrr could offer her no true consolidation. He didn't remember his mother, after all. The Amazon Rekkr dithered then, unsure of if he was right in taking her silence as a confirmation as to her carrying out his orders or not, but then decided that he was never going to be able to prove that his trust was true if he did not take the leap of faith. “I will see you in a few week's time,” Hopefully it would take at most a week, or if he could not find a way to best Ragnar then her worry would cease for he would no longer be living and all obligations to him would be off the table for indefinitely. 

With those words, the soon-to-be-King departed her, heading further inland, his destination the heart of the Ridge to prepare himself for the venture and the battle ahead.