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Though he spat at her, she was a world away, eyes as close to forlorn as they had ever been in the presence of any since leaving Stormhaven. For despite his distance, it was Kigipigak who found these tender moments with her. Little Girl indeed. She did not answer him immediately, letting her gaze linger coldly on their rocky home, ruled by the aloof and the stern brothers. Though she had accepted her place, she did not accept it as the only truth. She knew well that the Watch could have been much more. Her brothers were too busy meditating under stars and treating the weak with herbal medicines to see it.
Valmúa turned her gaze back to him and smiled. We would have been great together, she said slowly, Kigipigak. She was tempted to still insert the words he had just told her to stop using, but decided against it.
She imagined the strength of the warriors they would have collected. She imagined her brothers beneath her, looking up to her not for her skill in battle nor her prowess in hunting, but for her knowledge and ability to lead. She should have been the flame at the top of their mountain, the torch leading their way through the darkness.
But they had not seen it. The fire flower blinked, furrowing her brow, angry that she had not gotten any of what she wanted.