Blackfoot Forest city of the fallen

She had been sticking around where she had first met with Tezcacoatl, or Tyrr, as he called himself now. Her lip curled with disgust. If it had been his preference and he knew the truth, then that was different. But as things stood now the name was a lie and she refused to let it leave her tongue.

She had roamed but a bit, for two reasons. The first was to work things out, to reevaluate her plan and to work through the anger that infected her. The second was in hopes of finding her guardmates. They should have been here by now and, while she did not doubt their abilities, she feared it mean they had met some delay and were perhaps endangered. She hadn't meant to arrive so far ahead and, much as she hated to admit it, she needed their guidance and advice.

When his call went up, Manauia first thought her ears were betraying her. But it was definitely him, and he was seeking... someone. Her? She doubted it, and for a moment she considered ignoring the summons. But it was a vain thought, for she could no more ignore his call than she could deny her heritage. He was her Prince and he was seeking someone. She would answer whether she believed it to be she or not because it was her duty to do so.

She appeared before him in the trees but stood back, wary of his intentions here. "Tezcacoatl," she greeted him, intentionally using the name despite his previous assertions of her error in judgement. "Have I come in vain, or have you rethought your previous foolishness?" She wasn't about to beat around the bush.