Peace Offering

Slowly, Sirius began to wake from his dream and the first words that he said to her were nasty and rude. A verbal slap in the face that made Isa visibly flinch in shock. They'd been getting along so well and then a little bit of rest turned him back into an insufferable bastard. The blue woman was actually a little angry and rightly so. As Sirius said that they should head back down the mountain, he began picking up the fur that they'd rested on. She'd had enough.

Isa removed the fur cloak that had been given to her and threw it at the man. "Feel free to stay up here alone with your dreams then, my lord." With that, the fae turned around, left the little shelter and began picking her own way back down the damn mountain. He could put away the furs and come after, but she'd had enough of his company today. The woman wouldn't admit it out loud, but the remark had caught her off guard and had hurt her feelings. He shouldn't have been able to have that effect on her at all and that made her even angrier.

The winds blew fiercely and sometimes visibility was slim, but she was bound and determined to make it back down the mountain without the Warlord. She didn't need him to guide her and he didn't need her to 'disappoint' him. Grumbling to herself periodically, Isa was so prickly and perturbed that she barely felt the cold. At least that was a blessing.

"Isa"