Mekoa winced at Zellira's talk. Dismounting Guthriekai with graceful ease, she picked her steps hesitantly through the jumbled mess in an attempt to not mess with their soul's departure. Stopping within three feet of Zellira, enough to have a decent amount of reaction time, she reached down into her hood to her spine sheathe to extract a silver handled knife with an obsidian blade. After testing its weight in the palm of her cream colored skin, she tossed it to Zellira's feet. Pushing back the hood of her cloak, she turned her flawless face towards her. Dark eyes to dark eyes, black hair to black hair.<span style="font-style: italic">We could be twins...</span>Mekoa laughed at the thought. They were as different as fire and ice.<br/><br/>"Tell them I refuse, Zellira. Kill me if you have to, but I refuse all the same."