Duskfire Glacier united in blood, we fall together

the raven descends to join her. she regards him with a tilt of her chin, a lingering defiant look in her eyes. softened just so with the apology stuck in her throat. 

it was the right thing to do, wasn't it? both and he faust had hammered it into her mind, that she was playing the role of a child. refusing to let go of bitter memories that still haunted her. 

those words would remain unspoken, until the victor of their spar declared. 

she flashed teeth of her own with a sharp, knowing smile. she hadn't fought him since they were gangly kids still learning their strength. he had grown, he had hardened. he was a crownore, and those bastards were notoriously known for never yielding. 

"you talk too much. on your move, crownore." she squared herself, the call of battle a hum in her veins.