Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

Orlaith stretched her neck, a look to see when the rain would let up. However, it seemed to never, and she only could sigh. Truly seemed like an onimous sign, and despite being not-too spirtually touch, even she can see it seemed akin to a disaster falling. Though it happened during her time on requestion her reign as a higher ranking. 

"Dunno," she answered truthfully, feeling a bit more calm, "maybe find somewhere that deserves me. Maybe just throw my own rule. I think i'll be alone for a bit." There was so many thoughts thrown around, but all in the midst of her anger. Orlaith needed a bit to cool down, as her mind twirls with ideas.