Drums... drums in the deep

Her mind that delighted him so was afire with spider web weavings of meanings, solutions, politics, paths, and partnerships. So rampant and active it was she forgot to respond to him. Processing processing processing, find a solution, find anything, find something! Grasp... anything...

Her limp was barely perceptible when they reached the exit and he mentioned coming back to look for Charlie once she was safely back with Ollie. Oh, Ollie just loved playing her babysitter. She knew from their meeting down in Auster how close the Syndicate was, she knew Bas would never let her out of her sight away from the Armada borders. She wouldn't argue with him.

She finally realized she never replied to him about navigating their situation together and the end he hoped to achieve.

She looked out into the fields covered in snow, her eyes of molten liquid gold watching something in the inner distance of her mind and not the landscape. She stopped in the opening, half in and half out of the caves. A lick of wind picked up a few strands of her pale fur and fluttered them about.

"You must keep Hazel first." She said to the wind, knowing she was closing her own cage. She closed her eyes against the brightness of the snow, pushing a tear of abject sorrow through her long desert lashes and down her cheek.

"You must keep Hazel and Spider, and your future with Hazel, above all, before me." She wouldn't look at him, couldn't. Her heart fluttered against her ribs like a wild bird in a cage.

"Ignita"