wont let it slide

Enyo stood atop a crest of sand, her eyes scanning the barren dunes as the sun blazed overhead, unrelenting in its assault. The air shimmered with heat, the land stretching endlessly with only an occasional cactus or withered tree breaking the horizon. Her paws shifted on the hot ground, grains of sand slipping beneath her weight, but she stood firm. Her choice of setting was not by accident. Deliberate. She wanted Erebros as uncomfortable as can be, to feel the pressure of the sun and burning sand on his paws. To understand.

Her anger was still fresh, simmering beneath her skin like a fire. Medusa had no right to be there, to challenge her in front of their family, to leave her scarred and humiliated. And what made it worse was that Erebros had allowed it, standing by as if Medusa were one of them. Enyo’s pride burned, and it was a flame that demanded to be addressed.

She had sent Foberos with the letter at dawn, demanding Erebros meet her here, in this unforgiving place. She wanted to confront him away from prying eyes, where there would be no distractions, just the raw truth of her anger and his explanations. She needed answers.

Enyo narrowed her eyes against the blinding sun, her gaze fixed on the direction her brother would come from. She would not leave until he arrived. She was determined to make him understand the gravity of what had happened, the breach of trust she felt. As she waited, her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and fury.

"SPEECH"