"What do you mean?" A lapse in discernible thought made her paused. Obviously she knew what she meant, and she thought she'd been clear on it, but apparently not. "I mean..." Warja tried to piece her question together in a different way. The results of her efforts were a plethora of questions. "How did the whole thing get started? How does Isardis know your mom? She's related to like, half of Valhalla and I assume she was raised there, right?" Sure, she could have traveled, but why would a girl from an enemy pack be so important to the king of Glaciem? "And why did that challenger want you guys? Was it to make Isardis happy? To piss off Valhalla? There's just so much I don't get." She shrugged. "Maybe it's one of those 'you had to be there' things. I suppose its not really any of my business anyway, it's all just been nagging at me."
Warja's head tipped back and she stared up into the darkness, having forgotten for a moment that there was no sky to gaze into. Slowly her head lowered, gaze returning to the darkness ahead of her. She had more questions - she always had questions - but for now she'd let Kismet work on the questions she'd already asked.
