Dragoncrest Cliffs the first casualty of war is innocence

i don't mind at all! ♥

the chuff startles her and she reacts with a bristle of her hackles and a curl of her lip as her head swings in vercingetorix's direction. she's ready to chase him off. to tell him to leave her alone. that she came out here — cursed as it was — to grieve alone. her hackles smooth and she turns, mechanically, to face the cliff edge once more. blodreina is silent for a long moment even though he has offered her a verbal greeting. her mood flickers unsteadily between wanting to scream until her vocal chords are hoarse. she wants to fight until her flesh is covered in lacerations and the physical pain numbs the emotional pain. she wants to ...she doesn't know. there is so much restlessness seething beneath her skin. a need to take action. and yet...there is nothing to take action for. presumably, heda took the leap herself.

except...

except... there was one that wasn't entirely blameless, wasn't there? there is a sharp cant to blodreina's head and she turns to fix vercingetorix in her pained and fierce gaze. do you think heda did this because of wildfire? because her wife just left her without even having the courage to tell her to her face? blodreina refused to believe that antumbra would've done it otherwise and she needed someone to blame. why shouldn't it be wildfire? the woman had already made herself a coward in blodreina's book and the most aggressive and unforgiving of gyda's children turns her blame to her mercilessly. she should know, shouldn't she? that her cowardice caused the commander's death. she and the children that abandoned her should feel our pain, too. why was it fair that they lived their merry lives while drageda suffered for their decisions?

it wasn't.