Frostfire Ridge She ain't going out like that

:p

Citali had warned him that Manuia, too, was taking her leave but there was something in the Rekkr that fiercely wanted to believe opposite; until the Huntress' call rose into the air. It was a summons for him and as his ears cupped forth and twitched to the sides of his crown before slicking back to rest half mast atop his skull his heart began to sink. The part that had been sad to see Nochtli and Citali go had been selfish, for could he claim that he missed them? No. He didn't know them; not really, and he had no solid proof — and soon one one who actually remembered — to sort out which memories he had fabricated and which ones were real. Ragnar's lies were meshing with what little he'd been able to remember creating these falsities of memory; but he'd been desperate, he realized. Desperate to be their Tezcacoatl, felt the pressure they'd pressed upon him to remember when he had always known that there was a good chance he might not remember much, ever, or never fully regain what had been stolen from him. Calling them traitors had been his angry backlash at them, though admittedly he was still miffed that they'd left after he'd assumed they were going to stay. Perhaps they had never believed that he could actually make it happen, and there was a certain victory and pride to proving them wrong. Manauia's assumed departure, however, did cut him. She had been with him for so long, and had even stayed when he'd left the first time and now, she, was turning her back upon him.

Despite his reluctance to hear the words he assumed she was going to tell him, that Citali told him he would hear from her he made his way towards her, dutifully. He could not hide his disappointment, however, for there was a certain sting that pierced his chest as her silhouette first came into his view and then solidified into her familiar shape the closer he drew. “I suppose your answer to my offer is no, then?” He inquired with a bitter smile. “Citali told me you are leaving.” But if he couldn't change her mind then at the very least he took a small measure of comfort from the fact that she respected (or at least that was how he saw it even if he's dead wrong) him enough to say farewell.