All we are is what we made

Weeks became months and the scarred woman had mostly kept to herself, wandering and working on her skills keeping it away from sneaking eyes. Petra wasn't used to share her things, secrecy being a trait in her that she wasn't going to let go off it that easily.

As she made her way through the Gulley, she heard her sister's summon and sighing to herself she approached. Adjsuting the remaining eye to the light and making sure not to get lost, her nose working her way to where their leader was. She arrived finding Azriel, Atreyu and Fairytale. She gave each a quiet nod before taking a seat to listen to Atreyu's words.

"Speech"