Silvertip Mountain pikpaksriruk ∅

Wraen grew very silent and her face was expressionless, as the white woman spilled the next insult - this time aimed at her. At first she was shocked, because aside her closest and dearest, no one knew that she could not have children. How could she possibly know? And then she connected the dots together. This had to be a close friend of Arcturus - why else would he have shared her secrets with someone else? Why shout it out to the world to know? It would not be fair to blame it all on him - she should have known better than to tell him. But then again - hadn't she trusted him as a good friend? Perhaps she had put too much trust in him, hoped that he understood the world order better. That there were some secrets left untold.

"Any woman can give birth - no one can become me," she told the white ghost calmly. "I do not own Arcturus. He is free to come and go, whenever he pleases. He is free to find a mate and have children and fulfill that dream of his about building a new dynasty," she told. Then as the weight of her next words sank in, she began to smile humourlessly. There was more to it than the other let on. "But it seems so as if you desire to become that treasured wife of his," she suggested. "Why then - if the sentiment runs so strong in you - you are not with him now, but back there on the mountain, wed to another? Bearing his children, not Arcturus'?"