Haunted Wood I'm gonna smoke you out

"for now." came her response, firm. she remembered her father telling her blackfeather was her birthright just as clearly as she remembered Eyes telling her to run, and knew that this was a good place to be right now, if the only option. she did not know if she wanted a birthright that had killed her mother. 

she glances back to him, eyes sharp as she attempts to tear away her attention from that place. "is vengeance your father?" he fulfilled the basic outline of a father in her eyes; though in truth, that idea of a father was sparse and biased. father's were only a fraction as important as mothers; she'd never seen a father involved with his young, or be any sort of use at all.