FORGED BY THE WRATH OF GODS

Rota hadn't needed to see the fight to know her brother would win, so she had taken her time assending to the peak of the maw. Strangers had gathered and a smirk graced her mud tarnished maw, green eyes assessing the rag tag group and finding them welcome enough. Though she itched to stand alongside her brother, she would leave the space open for the pale woman he seemed to spend much time with, when he wasn't off galavanting with the consequences of his actions... another surprise, but not an unwelcome one. This all seemed like a reason to celebrate, and there had been scant few chances for that in recent days. The cold was bracing, and winter was approaching. Just like home. Finally. A home.

“Speech”