Lost Creek Hollow capture the golden hind

They had fought surely, but she had made her peace. She wouldn't fight for someone who didn't want her. It was that simple and he didn't. She wouldn't be another notch in his pelt, and she definitely wouldn't let him consume her as her auntie had let her husband. She tilted her head, blue eyes looking into and at. Tearing at the soul that was there.

This is what he had asked for was it not? To be husband to be father? When she had asked him. She had wanted nothing from him, but someone her children could rely on. She hadn't asked him to leave Akashingo, she hadn't asked him to take her as well as the children. That was what he wanted.

She shook her head. Ingram, Dreadfather, Sithis. Please let me know when these titles get heavy, because good lord. You carry burdens bigger than yourself and you use poor excuses for bad choices

She drew herself up, the haughty mask upon her face as was always, showing him a glint of the fire he had seen so many times and she dipped her head a fraction of an inch downward.

I don't wish to fight with you. So I will tell you go with your gods and mine. But should you need a friend. You know where to find me.