Qeya River and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

"You need not thank me, heda. I am only doing what is expected." Snacha replied, nodding her head slightly and taking a step back from her leader. As Thuringwethil stepped forward, displaying her posture of dominance, Snacha lowered herself in response, her brown eyes glancing once into her leader's eyes before looking away. While it was assumed that Snacha would live under Thuringwethil's tutelage, they had only met once before today, and their relationship was far from stable.

Then her thanks turned into admonishment, causing heat to rise into Snacha's cheeks. She felt her chest clench in defiance. She had risked her own life by leaving the remnants of Seageda to find Thuringwethil, to figure out where the leader had gone. Snacha had a feeling that the deaths that racked the clan had something to do with the heda, but she didn't want to say that now. Not yet. "If you command, I will return home." It was not what she wanted to do, but if this was to be a good warrior, then she would follow her heda's orders.