Ankyra Sound it's easier than waiting around to die

There was no doubt Raleska felt closer to @Svalinn than @Illidan. For all the blood that she and the adopted Eyjolfur didn't share, they had grown up together -- and that more than filled the holes left by their lack of shared ancestry.

Truth be told, Raleska was shy around Illidan - he was so different than she remembered (and she barely remembered him). She wanted more than anything for things to be back to the way they had been, but that too wasn't possible - anymore than it was possible for her father to return.

She had learned from her mother that Illidan had witnessed Kierkegaard's death; wide-eyed, the girl had wished it was not true and had sat awake for hours that night, recalling the stern features of her father. She had wanted to talk to Illidan - to hear from his own mouth what had happened - but then the wolves above had wrongly stolen one of Ma's wolves, and then they had killed Eurycrates and she had been dragged like a prized boar before them, thrown at their feet as if she weighed nothing.

She swallowed and quickly thought of something else, for a brim of hot tears stung her eyelids to think of her father, and then her humiliation in so quick a succession. A rather hoarse gasp (a rattle, really) sounded from her thin throat as she inhaled and made herself busy digging for fiddler-crabs -- the last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her like this.