Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

"I beg to differ. Each of us has a god that serves us well. You tell yourself to be faithless, but even belief in non-existence of gods is a sort of religion," Sarah replied, but was not going to push the argument further either. She had already decided that two of them would never find a common ground to agree upon things and that despite the difference in opinions, they were very similar. Stubborn to a fault in believing that the truth and right was on their side.

"Personal is not the same as important, yes," she agreed and yet she was entitled to feel resentful still. Because it was not the Queen, who was suffering from the onset of pneumonia and infection eating her skin and muscles away. All things considered, she was responsible still, but Sarah was not that conceited to push this from the other person. Hating freely and being angry, while keeping your face straight and manners polite to that object was just as entertaining.

"Lost Creek Hollow. Terance is my brother," Sarah offered. One spiteful idea had been to tell this all to him and see, what he would do about it. Take sides, defend her honour or agree with Moonspear's point of view? Yet she did not think that testing him that way was fair. That would prove her weakness only and she would rather die than show it. Plus, in a way art collectors evaluate and admire millions-worth of paintings she began to like the Moonspear's leader.