Frostfire Ridge He's a loser on the dance floor

If she was hoping not to be disturbed, she was sorely disappointed. Scarce had she taken a bite when a greeting sounded, but the terminology was so surprising that it took the annoyance with it. It had been a long while since she'd heard the terms of her home. "Ilhuitlalo, my Queen." she returned, rising from her kill to give a small bow to the woman before her. Xiuhcoatl might be second to Quetzcacoatl, but she bore the royal name and therefore was afforded the respect of that line. Manauia was a guard to the core, completely true to the wishes and desires of her command. She might argue, but when it came down to it, the diplomatic queen's word was law.

"I had heard you were here. It is good to see you." Unlike she had before her sister, she did not feel the guilt. It was not this queen she had wronged in her mistakes, though her presence here held some trepidation. It meant that they were growing impatient. Once again she felt a twinge of resentment, the condition of her birth rising against her - would they expend this much energy to seek a lost sister? Why for a male, heir or no? But it was a feeling that she had long ago been forced to deal with in light of her Queen's (somewhat unseemly) favoritism. As always, she would question, but she would obey.