the words we speak in the silence between

She nodded, confirming his guess - before she snorted with derision. "They tell happy bedtime stories built on lies, and tout it as history." She'd been...disgusted, when she'd first heard some of the tales. Their lives, so many years of suffering and blood, so much pain, reduced to...nothing. Their oppressors hailed as benevolent gods and saviors. She could hardly fault the people for wanting to put such painful past behind them, but she could not suffer the idea of such information being lauded as fact.

When the wolf admitted he had merely been sleeping, she nodded again, easily accepting his answer. It would explain a good deal of what she had already suspected, given the events of the last several years. Much more alarming, however, was the news of the other Evanurs' return. Katriel clenched her teeth and her fists, a certain darkness writhing behind her eyes. She had almost given up on the prospect of revenge, had thought Ghilan'ain sealed beyond her reach...but if that were not the case, if there was a chance that she could return...

"Do you have any thoughts as to where those pieces might be found? Is there any possibility that they might...unite, to become whole again?" She pressed the wolf for an answer, her pupils constricted to blade-like slivers of shadow in a sea of gold.