no gods no masters

Avantika wasn't usually a very chatty girl; at least, she didn't think she was. But she was a curious one. She just felt that it made sense to find out more about the other packs of Boreas and Auster. She wondered what they were like. Obviously, none could be better than the Hallows, but some of them could maybe be good alliances, and some she probably should avoid at all costs. She'd thought that Fenmyre would have belonged in the second category, but Art had had his reasons and she trusted him.

The man listed himself as the advisor to the Empress, which Avantika assumed was similar to the Aegis of the Hallows, and commander-in-chief of Ashen. That sounded prestigious. She was impressed, but she didn't ask any further questions, trying not to look inexperienced. She was almost two years old and didn't consider herself a child at all, but she still didn't know everything about the world. He described Ashen as ordered, with purpose for those who sought it. That didn't sound bad.

He also asked a question in return about her thoughts on Fenmyre. A couple of opinions jumped to the tip of her tongue, several including profanity. She took a moment to gather her thoughts and not speak like too much of a traitor to her pack. She would respect Art's decision and pretend she agreed with him. That would be the better choice. "They live in a very different way than the Hallows," she said truthfully. "But they are peaceful." All of that was true. Even if she hated to say anything good about Chimera's pack.

"Speech"