Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

"Cassiopeia"[/b] Heloise repeated, another dip of her head in thought this time. a constellation's name. it suited the other, for her coat was as black as night itself. though it was clear after their spar, the other wanted to depart. the pale woman would watch as Cassiopeia made leave, having no reason to call her back. "farewell" she would call after her, however, before turning and disappearing herself. whether they would meet again was uncertain.