Dragoncrest Cliffs one more moment of this silence

Easy, familiar, and a tether bound to be severed upon arrival in the bustling, ceaseless activity in Trigeda—Dio was a constant and Tirgatao wasn't entirely certain she was ready to watch yet another facet of her life for the last two years fade to a dull, colorless acknowledgement of the past. 

She caught the flicker of emotion out of the corner of her eye. He was good at hiding it; better than most, but the weight was heavy now. A chain dragging them down; choking them. She would have gladly traded suffocation in the jaws of their enemies than watching their family splinter. They were the only shadows left now. Echoes haunting the woodlands that once teemed with life. Her eyes fell away until they settled between them, then sidelong to the grass swaying lazily in the wind. 

Her breath hitched at his question and she swallowed against the knot in her throat. She did not weep; would not. 

"There is nothing left for us here. Drageda died with Heda," she answered with grim finality. "I would sooner see us scratch these waning weeks from history, and close this chapter on her... choice," Tirgatao tucked her tail against her hindquarters and, finally, turned her eyes in search of his own. 

"Where will you go?"