Starglow Basin [m] vengeance is hereby mine

Her prayer became a murmuring. A chanting, low beneath her breath. She did not plead with the bear but levied with it, angled with praises and curses alike.

What good was this man to you? Let me tell you. Let me tell you of his ploys, his scheming, his surviving. Tell me how this was not in service of you, god. He kept me alive and now I may serve you. He has been sacrificed; we will sacrifice more, if you bequeath him to me.

And then, commanding over the altar of bones and blood and dust and shadow: Give him to me. No, she did not ask. Indra never asked for anything; she took what was her's, and Colt was her's.