Dragoncrest Cliffs like an old guitar worn out and left behind

When the Bandrona halted suddenly, Tirgatao immediately worried she'd said something upsetting to Wildfire and quickly made to apologize until the other beat her to the punch. She exhaled and smiled faintly, thankful that her rambling thoughts hadn't landed her in an awkward situation, again. It was oddly comforting to learn Wildfire understood and grew up on the same foundations that made Drageda so successful, and highlighted the merit of an outside opinion. Though they came from similar roots, Tirgatao could learn from their differences, and perhaps apply them to how she interacted with the clan in the future.

However, Wildfire's next question caught her slightly off-guard. Tirgatao pressed her lips together and swallowed when she looked away to construct a good, informative answer without being terribly judgemental. This was a personal matter, something that meant a lot to Wildfire, and she didn't want to threaten the comfortable balance between them. 

"Traditionally, Heda never takes a mate or a lover. It isn't explicitly forbidden, but it is heavily frowned upon." She began, slowly testing each word and watching for Wildfire's reaction. "A Heda's duty is solely to their people. If their attention is divided it can be inferred they lack the mental fortitude to lead because they cannot, or will not, choose duty over emotion. To the clan, it is weakness, and a weak Heda is a short-lived Heda." She shook her head.

"But to answer your question more directly: historically it leads to social upheaval and Seageda has a long history of Commanders, both good and bad. We look to Heda in all things, and if they chose one over the many then we can't trust them to make the right decisions for the good of us. So it is fear of an uncertain future that brings the distrust, even anger, in some." She stopped only to take a breath and offer Wildfire a worn, but sincere, smile. "But this is not Seageda, and times are changing."