Fickle love (surreal)

Somehow she would find the patience to wait, and she was rewarded. Surreal would approach, the question on her lips dying as soon as it was spoken. The grey woman seemed to have a knack for knowing when something was wrong, there was no hiding it from her. Her breath would whoosh from between clenched. "Crucifix, he... He left me for some whore." Hatred bled out into her words, a growl vibrating in her throat, her rose a few levels above its normal octave. Her hackles would bristle, her control on her rage barely hanging on. Would she ever get past this? Would she ever be able to say his name without wanting to vomit? All over again she began to tremble with pent up emotion. She needed to do something to get this all out of her system. "Solstice is gone. A woman named Odette now rules it, she is moving it north, renaming it Glaciem after her father." Insignificant details, but she knew that the woman harbored ill feelings about her fathers rule of Glaciem, so it was probably best to clarify. "I don't know if my children or I will be joining, but Odette is wonderful, you are more than welcome there." There was still much she needed to decide, and it would probably result in her lingering around Glaciem until she made up her mind.