Dragoncrest Cliffs Break your fall

The Bandrona pressed her lips together, listening carefully to her mate's rejoinder, similarly fighting with the urge to interrupt a time or two. Rather than formulating her own response right away, Wildfire forced herself to sit and process her words a moment, then carefully choose her own. Her chestnut eyes blinked absently at the walls—they were too close—before dropping again to her feet as she carefully began to speak, voice slow and shaky.

"When it comes to matters of our family, you can't be my commander or this isn't going to work." It was short, simple and brutally to the point. She felt her insides shriveling a little as she said the next part. "I'm sorry that it's been such a burden for you, Thur. I've asked too much without meaning to." A dry tongue came out to ineffectually wet equally dry lips. "Maybe love isn't enough to override tradition. Because this—" She gestured meaninglessly at those godforsaken walls. "—isn't good enough for me. I mean, I want to be your equal and I'm beginning to realize that just can't be, can it?"