Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

last of aure!!

At the mindless raving across from her, Aure snarled right back at the reckless girl, drool and tears and disheveled ivory and all, knew exactly who she screamed about, ”Kill me? You would KILL ME for a death I had NO PART IN?! That is war, you asinine GIRL. KILLING ME would give ze Drakru all ze more reason to respond in kind! But— but YOU are so BLINDED BY YOUR OWN BLOODLUST that you REFUSE to understand how it will RUIN BOTH OF OUR CLANS.”

A high, erratic cackle left Aure’s waning throat. She’d left the cliffs on an errand to strengthen an alliance, and now her return journey consisted of — again — whatever the ever-loving fuck THIS was. She wheezed as much, ”I leave to make peace after a death, and, now, I return to violence,” giving herself a rough, jarring shake as she veered from them, still snarling. ”Kill me, and you would kill us all. You cannot answer death with more death,” she withered, still tearful, ”And no matter how many Drakru you slaughter, it will not bring your warrior back. It will not bring you closure. It will not bring you peace of mind, not when forgiveness is already out of your grasp.” Her words were unending and as cold as the crevasses of the icefields she’d conquered. And honestly? She hoped they freezed the both of them to their fucking marrow.

”Be thankful that you have Caiaphas to lead you. She is ze only one who seems to know reason.” With that, and one last guttering, winter look at the pair, and a snarling ”Rest yourself, nomonjoka,” to Rosalyn (ever the healer), Aure flurried by with as wide a berth as she could, and made her fleet departure. Tearing like a furious comet, away away away, to Drageda’s realm as swiftly as she could. If she were going to die, it would NOT be by the jaws of a misled girl. Miss her the fuck with that shit.