Spotted Eagle Mountain dare you to do something

The last statement that slipped past the inky woman’s lips struck Ketzia with a wave of grief. She remained rigid in her stature, clinging to the very last bits of her strength to contain her emotions, and yet she felt a certain kinship to the stranger in that very moment—perhaps the first with any female that was not her daughter.

How long had it been since she had searched for a place to lie roots? Stigmata had made a promise to her—and had been unable to deliver, perhaps even long before the strike to his skull and his untimely death. His promise to Takiyok had broken them before starting—and the loss of @Thorn had been the wound that had begun the initial fester.

“It shouldn’t be so hard, should it?” Her tone was soft—gone was the playful mystery that usually aided her smoky wisp of a voice, replaced with a certain hesitation before she released a gentle sigh. The question wasn’t necessarily meant to be answered, and she found her gaze swinging to the woman, wondering if she had turned the conversation far more heavy than what the other had been anticipating.