Shadowwyn Moor Outrun the Past

If Violante was being honest with herself... she yearned for power. She'd never been powerful - not under Vex's rule. But now, things could be different. Now, she could be free. But when Avery met her words with his usual snark, she growled at him, shoving him with her shoulder. "I mean it," she insisted angrily, lashing her tail behind her. "We could - I don't know - look for others. Make... friends." Now that particular thought was a foreign concept to Violante.

Violante nodded westwards, saying, "This is our chance, Avery. For a fresh start. Please-" One thing Violante had never done before, was plead for something. She meant what she said, just as always. She just needed him to be serious about it. "Just think about it." Her tone held a note of finality; she'd say no more on the subject, for now.