Whitefish River The Great Thorn

"Just pump then," the pie-bald nomad chuckled lightly as she gave yet another glance to the female then returned her gaze ahead. Though her eyes remained forward, her ears were kept on a swivel in all directions, occasionally leaning back when her companion spoke then flipping forward again to monitor their path ahead. "Then you will do well than most," she offered in compliment. "I have seen too many aspire to take a throne they are not ready for. Or stand as leaders not in value but name only. Those that wish for recognition and power without understanding themselves to know if they are capable, let alone worthy to receive it." Her shoulders rounded forward as she picked up her pace, suddenly driven by the inertia inspired by her own tongue. "That you understand the challenges and understand yourself," she breathed, evening her intake of air to match her loping pace. "...is commendable. More than what I have see from most leaders in my short time... Truly, I am glad to witness this."