Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

There was a flash of something - perhaps disappointment- that stole across Raleska’s features when Mal showed no recognition of the Sound or Rusalka. But why would he? Rusalka’s empire had collapsed in on itself — and now was a shadow of its former self. 

She looked around her uncertainly as Mal mentioned “his” home — was this it? Had they unknowingly trespassed? She hadn’t detected a whiff of claiming on these grounds, and told herself as such to avoid feeling any sting of guilt. This is your territory? Came her rough interjection, still too focused on Mal to see Valtari in the distance. We’re just here temporarily. Raleska reaffirmed, her suspicions gone to defensiveness at the idea of uprooting again.