”I agree,” she said softly. Celeste wasn’t too keen on Nemora Tepest, at least from what she heard. Something terrible had happened to Riyanna. But what did the woman get in exchange for simple retaliation? She had been punished, held back from ever achieving her full potential. Perhaps it’d all been a setup. Such was the nature of Sahova, after all. That way Riyanna would never become a threat to the Nuit’s power. These thoughts were too negative for her to bear. She could feel the beginnings of hate, bubbling up in her chest. ”Let’s go for a run! That should make us both feel better.” She thought of the joy of gliding across the Prairie with her Master. It would help her to forget all that she’d learned, that way she could perhaps think on it later, in the privacy of her own room. Sighing, she thought of her homes, both new and old. Perhaps there was a way to reconcile both and avoid the heartbreak of losing her Master, the one she held so dear. All it took was hope, which was something the initiate had plenty of. It was now just a question of how long that hope would last. I agree.Let's wrap this up then! |