Firefly Ravine on the thin ice of modern life

keeping the date the same (settled in PMs)

Well, gods be damned. Vaati's burly form appeared, staring her down with those unnerving cerulean eyes. His question rubbed her the wrong way, and she rose to her paws, returning his gaze with a frosty one of her own. Did he really have the right to ask that of her? Did he think he owned this place? Owned her?

I've got things to do nearby, she responded coldly. He smelled different than when she'd last ran into him, like the sea had settled into his fur. Was he living around here, now? What about you? Did you find another place to lead into war?

Oops. That was mean. Good thing she hadn't said it aloud, right?

For once upon a time, his pride had captivated her. She had looked up to him, worshiped him almost as much as the daedra themselves. Now, he reeked of brutish hubris; it put Maegi off completely.

So, eventually, she left.