Arrow Lake pronuntio

She trembled in the moment—eyes upon him like fire, his own having grown cold at the reminder of his pain. And yet he implied she should follow her own desires—as if the burn one faced on the other end was a desirable fate.

And then he began to walk away—brisk, cold, and those lantern eyes no longer looked to her as if she were a potential beacon of light. With hope.

She did not follow him—rooted to the moment, her silver fur shifted in the cool autumn breeze as she took survey of the lake instead. If he wished to continue, he could—but the ire of having her voiced worries simply set aside as a small concern pulled at her.

It rankled her how he casually spoke of the matter—the entire situation a crossroad of sorts for her, and the mask he placed carefully over himself when it came to discussing Reyson and potentially losing one of his higher ranks… Oh, the bitterness curled in her chest. As if the Legatus were nothing more than a pawn.