Herbalists' Cache gloom days

all of this does not sit right with hawk. to know her cousin would be so willingly blind to a plot brewing beneath his nose—all because it to be formed by woman—made her lips curl with disdain. it seemed her underestimated women. and it sounds as if he certainly does not respect them. 

not in the way he should. to learn of his mistreatment toward star-woman makes her skin run hot. while she was lanzadoii, she rejected the misogyny that ran so deep within their bloodline. women were to be respected. and, in her eyes, worshipped. were they not playing the role of god and nurturer? do they not carry the stress of pregnancy, and bare the fruit of their hard labor? 

cen was her blood. her kin. but she would not stand idle in the face of his insolence toward his wife. star-eater had been a chief, and she should be treated as such. she should command no less. 

"that is not my way." she corrects him. not unkindly, but firmly. she wished for him to know that she would look upon star eater with the same respect, the same reverence. she huffs, nostrils flaring. "thank you for telling me this. much i am ignorant to." but no longer. 

she snorts. "to underestimate a woman's rage will be his downfall. i will stand beside you and star-woman, this i promise you. you have my teeth."