Sheepeater Cliff the haunted palace

she's not sure if they'll still be here, if they would have departed or stayed, to gloat over their victory, to defile her mother's body—

the thoughts fill her with more rage than she thought imaginable, and although Avicus is prone to the emotion, the added grief blooms from her usual knifepoint ire, bleeding out like a wound left untended. she focuses only on leading @Merrick and @Aventus and any other comer across the plains, letting her worst fears fuel her forward.

she begins to pick her way nimbly up the slope, searching for the place where she'd seen Astara attacked. clohh, she says out loud, not knowing whether she's talking for the benefit of the others or to herself.

the smell of blood is heavy even in the thin autumn air, and she knows they must be drawing near.

she is seething, eyes ablaze, trotting fast and light upon the rocks, hellbent on destruction.

a few hours after the thread at Ursus