flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She had smelled her during the night and had been more than a little disappointed that the girl hadn’t sought her out, especially since Aguta did feel that she was owed an explanation. Faithfully, she had followed Siku for the last two years and had faithfully come here to the same faithful following of her only living female cousin birthed by Siku’s loins. But she could feel that loyalty waning, purely because the girl had taken off, vanished, without so much as a single word to Aguta. Though she knew that it was the right of the girl to come and go as she pleased, Aguta did feel that she was owed at least some sort of explanation since she had come with Tonravik following Siku’s orders. Aguta hadn’t wanted to leave Siku’s side, but had done so because she was told to. Going off without even a single word just didn’t sit well with the large woman.
Aguta hadn’t slept much during the night because a big part of her had wondered, had hoped, that her cousin would seek her out to offer an explanation. But the younger female never showed up. It wasn’t until the morning sun was beginning to make an appearance that the sound of a familiar voice rang out through the crisp morning air. Rising to her paws, Aguta began to make her way in the direction the call had come from. She carried herself proudly, and gracefully, as she moved along the mountain side. It was easy to read in her movements and her stiff expression that she wasn’t very pleased, in the least, about being kept in the dark. Was she really that lowly that she didn’t deserve to be told what was going on? It sure felt like it to her.
As she caught sight of her cousin, the large woman slowed her pace, lowering her tail just enough to be respectful, but not so low as to be viewed as lowly. As she neared, there was a scent upon her cousin that she recognized, though it was a scent that she’d not smelled in a while. It was the scent of the woman that had given her one of her scars during what was supposed to have been a spar and nothing more. It wasn’t a strong scent, but it was there enough that told Aguta that it was recent. Icy colored gaze narrowed, slightly, as she came to a halt. Aguta didn’t offer her usual greeting of going up to the girl and at least bumping shoulders. Instead, Aguta remained standing a few feet away, unmoving, clearly showing that she was upset. Aguta was tired of being second to absolutely everyone. She’d come too far, served her aunt for far too long, to play second to everyone again.