Stavanger Bay i can see you're lost like me

the tears would surely have come if she had known he felt pride for her.

that he saw potential in her.

it was a vulnerable thing, being so open and honest with him. to lose the fierce guardedness of her ferality and distance.

and utterly selfish. to remain next to andr when she wreaked nothing but ruin. 

iaghe had lost him once. to grief and guilt and the ramblings of a shattered soul. 

to the unquenchable black fire of vengeance.

selfish and damned though she might be, the acolyte could not pull herself away from him -- tear herself from his life again. she had lost everything but that was a pain she wouldn't be strong enough to endure.

instead, she moved closer. settling herself hesitantly against the earthen side of andr, breathing in the rosewood and tinge of salt on his coat.

the task ahead of them seemed insurmountable but iaghe thought perhaps together, they might be indomitable.

and so she began -- as if they were meeting for the first time.

"iaghe words..."

"iaghe iel-o-ciurān, saeda-o-lomë aranië," she whispered. it felt as if the words sparked something dormant in her veins to life. "iaghe..of ciurān. iaghe of dawn."

translation: Iaghe, daughter of Ciurān, daughter of the Court of Dawn.