Redsand Canyon Always comes at the worst time

her question could've meant several things in the vague way wanheda tried to present it; and the fact that the grandmaster's mind jumped immediately to asking how she did not know fills her with a swooping panic. perhaps she had given more away than she intended; likely, she tells herself, given the natural progression.

even so, she does not answer his question. the commander of death is not keen on repeating herself; nor is she all that keen on not having the upper paw. clearly, she did not; covered in injuries that she cannot explain and kept in the shade of this infernal canyon does not exactly promote anything good.

his response almost drawls a snort from wanheda — but she catches it and smothers it before it can even take shape. instead, her mind whorls at lightspeed. could it be true? certainly. 'star-crossed lovers' easily meant that something kept them being together — likely that to be commander is to be alone — and her injuries could've resulted from being caught.

though that any of those beneath her rule as commander would harm her seemed far-fetched she cannot remember any of them to know the difference.

it was possible.

for a moment, wanheda eyes the rabbit thrown her way; frostbound gaze taking in the small stir of dust and sand as it lands at her paws. her stomach roils with hunger and her mouth begins to water but she does not dig in despite that everything in her tells her to devour it.

no. her honestly surprises her as her gaze moves back to the grandmaster. and then, because she has no choice but to take his word as truth, are we? she inquires. star-crossed lovers. is that what has happened to me?

the whispers of the commanders of the past are silent and give her no guidance on such things.