Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

"Mission?" Citali repeated, a bit shocked that this would come back up after so long. "He can't even remember his own name. What makes you think he'd remember what he was after?" As far as she was concerned, his original reason for leaving was a moot point. "I think we're past whatever he was up to. The important thing now, is to wrestle him down, tie him up, and drag his sorry ass back home." That's all there was to it. The question now, was simply a matter of how.

Citali was set on this. She did not want to linger in these lands any longer than she had to. She found them unfriendly and definitely not up to par with any set of standards she'd set for herself in life. The other girls seemed fairly passive. They were content to play his game for an indefinite amount of time until he came to his senses. Citali wasn't so sure that would happen. All three of them were close figures of his past and they'd triggered nothing of his memory. It could take years for it all to come back. None of them had years at their disposal. The queen wanted results. Not excuses.

"Fine," she snapped, agreeing with them reluctantly as she pulled herself out of Notcha's makeshift den. "We can humor him. But I ask that we reconvene in three moons to discuss this again. I will not be sitting around indefinitely. The least we can do is hold ourselves accountable to some sort of timeline." A compromise.