Sequoia Coast born into cruelty and crooked form

Wise and thoughtful as Solpallur's insight was, Raleska resented the idea that she lived to carry on Caiaphas' legacy. It was just like her mother to birth children solely so her soul could follow them throughout their lives -- the idea of the deceased matriarch hounding Raleska until death sent a shiver down her spine.

In truth, did she want to learn? She didn't know anything of her family's history, save bits and pieces snatched here and there from her mother's mouth.  Raleska suspected Caiaphas had only shared things she wished to share, and that much of the history of their family was now as buried as the queen that slept below Ankyra's crypt. "What, you would teach me?" Raleska scoffed, followed by a prickle of shame. He was being perfectly nice, and she was being a bitch again. Yup, just Ralesking it up.

"How? Would we meet up or something..? And where would you get the time? Don't you have a pack or something?" With so much of her life and time simply dedicated to surviving, the idea of learning something new sounded exhausting to the Rusalkan.

Raleska did not share company with this man for long. After a time she felt alienated, and so made her exit -- but not before giving him one last glance before she left.