YOUR EYES GET DARKER EVERY DAY

*Argent* · 01-28-2014, 04:21 PM

The sarcasm is not lost on the silver knight, and she does not flinch. If Sendoa wishes to play a game of poison, Argent has much more to offer. ?You have been even luckier, as I?ve heard,? she says. On the surface it is a compliment; a remark about the crown on Sendoa?s head. So obviously beneath it is the obvious truth; Isardis had picked Argent first, when both women had been in the pack. He had chosen her over Sendoa. Argent?s best was better than Sendoa?s best; the blue-grey?s woman?s crown now was only a result of Argent?s mess up. The woman cannot deny that simple truth; nor can she deny that Argent had proven more valuable. She has proven undefeated in battle, a master in strategy, and what does Sendoa have to show whilst the golden medals of war wrest around Argent?s neck? Alas, for now Argent has little desire to try and put Sendoa into her place. She needs to heal and focus on her children, but the one subtle comment will serve enough a warning.

The conversations shifts to all that has occurred, and not even a flinch occurs to Argent?s face when she hears of Taurig?s face. Internally she does not deny the stab of hurt, the pain, but she does not let it show in the slightest. She does not care that there is a lack of mention of the search parties; she knows Isardis well enough now to know he would have sent them. Even if he did not, she sees it as a fair point. She is a traitor in some sense after all. ?What of the prisoners we took? Any noise from Valhalla?? she questions.

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