Frostfire Ridge black hole in the sky

Nochtli's response was simple, and at the same time highly frustrating to the serpent king. It had became rapidly apparent that the ebony woman had no actual deigns to tell him what he'd said wrong, or why she became so offended every time he opened his mouth (lest this is what it felt like to Tezcacoal). They might have thought of him as a brick wall, but he saw them as much the same. “Nochtli,” Tezcacoatl repeated her name, his tone holding his impatience though the verbal confirmation was not needed. His posture was tense, his tail flicking behind him, irritated. He did not often lose his patience but it was currently being tested. It was bad enough having to watch his back to make sure Xiuhcoatl wasn't sneaking upon him with the intentions of severing his spine from his body, and now he had to worry about the one Amazon he had begun to trust the easiest? It had been too easy and perhaps he had allowed her natural charisma to blind him. Knowing who he could and could not trust was a hard line to walk for any leader, but harder for him as he struggled to place the forgotten past with the present. Tuwawi was the only one he could trust, he supposed, for he counted upon the Wildfire to not betray him by stabbing him in the back. That was something, at least.

“I can't read your mind,” Tezcacoatl informed her, a bit petulantly as he moved so that he was staring at her face, with the simple intention of commanding her attention. He had no qualms of reminding her who was in charge here and though he might not have followed her traditions — unknowingly the ironic source of her irritation with him — he was her superior. Quetzalcoatl might have been more understanding, but he wasn't his mother and he'd been patient enough. He wanted some sort of explanation. “What did I say that irritated you enough to turn your back to me? Was it Tuwawi?” For a second, a rare consideration flitted into his mind: that she might have been jealous of Tuwawi, of what the wildfire meant to Tezcacoatl, but the idea seemed so preposterous to him that he almost laughed at it. Luckily, he held it back for he wasn't truly in a laughing mood. “Tell me so that I can fix whatever it was.” Assuming that it was fixable, that is.