Redsand Canyon The quiet hour

She didnt remember. And what was more, she seemed so nonchalant about it all, letting such a thing roll off her shoulders. Either she was certain she could control her own destiny or she didnt believe in the Gods anymore for it to matter, be it the Gods he believed or the dark Gods she knew of. 

Maybe if they have moved past that life too, you'll find one another again. And if they still followed the dark ones, only to come and reap havoc, Hemlocke wondered if Nyra would follow in her sister's footsteps or strike out against them. A hard decision, which made him think it was better off Nyra's path had not crossed them again. A thought he would keep to himself. 

Shifting awkwardly on his footing, he took a few steps, wondering if she would follow. Walking and talking, it might keep him from overthinking too much of what he was going to say. Maybe if she believed him she could offer advice and if anything, at least having someone understand  was nice. 

My mother was a priestess to begin with. A good woman. She couldnt have pups of her own and over time, became bitter and spiteful because of it. Although her mate had long ago left her and she had grown old, one day she suddenly became pregnant... He trails off, dark eyes shifting to the wraith. Surely she knew where this was going but he would continue if she didnt figure him a bore.