Blackfeather Woods my love

whatever the man wished to say, or communicate, was lost by the disrespect he showed relmyna at her own borders. taller than she, larger than she — it did not matter. the listener had gained her rank through loyalty, and had come to expect its usual flag of respect. seafoam gaze grew hard; she lifted her chin and took a single step forward, plume flung high once more, as her hackles climbed into stippled spikes along her shoulderblades.
when he had shown her the proper dues, she would welcome flicker's translation.