Kyra stood up. Her temper was rising. There was no way that she was going back to the Kingdom just to be hated once again.<br/><br/>She shook her head, ger jaw clenched and so were her fists. As she spoke she got more angry, the tree froze over double time and grew icicles that were sharp to a point.<br/><br/>"I'm not going back there... let them die. They chased me out and I refuse to go back." Her ears twitched.<br/><br/>"If they have guards and the Sentinels after me to kill me, then why would I go back?!" Her voice was rising and as she started to get more angry, the wind turned into a blizzard of snow and hail. The ground under the tree freezing over, turning the nice summer around them into a terrible early winter with her rising temper.