It's never the same

The Songbird followed him diligently down the cliff. She had to stop halfway down for a breather but tried her best to get back up and continue. So Basilisk was taking her for a walk? That was very kind of him, surely the Warlord had more important duties than helping his slave walk again -

"Defences?" She replied when they reached the bottom, tilting her head. Her eyes darted to the ground searching for her knowledge, the ancient library of her home was full of books she read cover to cover and then some, "Trenches... ditches, moats, palisades.... oh and scout towers, boiling oil, catapults, trebuchets, and that giant arrow thingy, a ballista! of course shields and armor..." She would go on but she got the feeling those weren't what he had in mind and titled her head the other way, "What." Suddenly feeling shy she tucked her chin into her breast, not sure what she did wrong again.

"Ignita"