Moonsong Glacier the tears that spill from her eyes

They were walking for a little while before anything else happened again. The path of ice they were threading on was slick but not so much so that they would be in danger of slipping. It seemed that for now the natural disaster that has been plaguing this land was quiet and allowed them some respite before the next wave hits. They were also walking farther away from the cliffs so that at least, if an avalanche should really happen, they would have enough time to run out of the danger area. Suddenly the quite got broken by Praimfaya’s words. Ah, apparently she finally noticed that she didn’t even know her name. Oh well, best not to snark back at her for now. She thinks the younger one deserved a simple answer to her question.
 
“I am Cassandra and not a threat to you and yours (for now at least she thought). That’s all you need to know about me currently. I am just interested if this so called ‘Roangeda’ is really as great as you make it out to be.” damn, she just couldn’t help it could she? But if Praimfaya thought she would puke out her life story she was seriously mistaking. Cassandra wasn’t even sure if she ever wanted to relieve it. The past was the past. It shaped her who she was but it is done and doesn’t need to be constantly remembered.