The Mourning Bells Are Ringing

The silence drew on for another few strides, before Korr turned, asking of her living locations. She pondered that for a moment. While at the moment she lived within the Whistling Willows, she wouldn’t always reside there, not if Arcanum had indeed been cleared out like the infestation they were, and the lands she had been born upon and wished to die upon were freed. Finally, she answered him honestly. "An Willows Whistling san iarthar, le haghaidh anois. Má théann gach maith, ar intinn agam a éileamh ar ais Vericona Plains agus ar ais ar mo pacáiste breithe, cé faoi ainm nua. Neamhaí, b'fhéidir. Bhí mé ar an Uí Drisceoil, nuair a bhí mo mháthair Banríona, os comhair soith dearg dúshlán do Valhalla agus bhuaigh." The end of her words held a bitter edge, the memory of her mother bleeding, and hearing the mad giggle coming from the red bitch Viridiana bringing a taste of ashes to her mouth.

While she wasn’t a fool to take revenge on the bitch, or let thoughts of revenge control her mind or her actions, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t refuse the chance to tear that female to ribbons should she ever show her face around Surreal or her family in the future. However, her gut said that the bitch and all the nastiness attached to her was gone for good. Her gaze flicked to the male striding beside her. While she wouldn’t offer a place in the pack just yet, not until she was sure of the path ahead, that it wouldn’t be sidelined by some crazed Sovari wanting to take revenge for who knew what, but she didn’t mind leaving the word planted somewhere.