<b>''You have much nerve to insult me, to say such things while talking just as much. You stand here leading a people not your own, with a voice raised against a being three times your age. I pity your foolishness to call out my vanity, nevertheless it seems you have the lives of many on this ship in your hands. Choose, Oh great warrior, but choose wisely. You best to think it would be easy to throw me off this ship, best to think it would be done in a whim like plucking a chicken from its feathers? You have much to learn about politics and its ways, threatening me with bounds and gags, I'd like to see the day break of a person who tries and is able to say it another day.''</b><br/><br/>W'ineton was now finally able to stand on her own two feet and started to rummage through her belt with many little pouches and sacks covered in strange runes. She did not take her eyes of the warrior, until she finished her words and looked down to confirm what she had found was the right pouch from her belt. Her dress was charred and burned, and her tongue clicked in disapproval of the sight of her appearance. Nevertheless she continued her actions and took a small vial out of the little pouch, only to uncork if before the warriors eyes and drink its contents dry. A shudder ran visibly through her spine, making the woman's feathers raise for just a small moment as she turned to the bird that had called out to others that she was a danger amidst them.<br/><br/>She looked a lot better after having drank the strange content, almost as if she had magically drank away any illness and exhaustion from her previous affairs. With a deviously unsettling twinkle in her eyes she turned to the pale green aviari and casually asked him.<br/><br/><b>''So, where is this great protector of you now? Where is the rest of our people? How much has he helped the tribe with his visions of peace and prosperity, of non-violence and denying the others in the world? I would love to be proven wrong about my words those many years ago. Proven wrong that how we lived was not safe, and that what I wanted, albeit my ways were harsh and driven by a youthful desire of power, was not better for the tribe. When I wanted us to learn how to defend ourselves against the evils of the world that did not exist in his eyes. Oh yes, please tell me, please tell me fucking now, that I was bloody wrong. Please, I beg you, you featherless fleeing cowards. Have I been WRONG?''</b><br/><br/>She had walked towards the pale green bird, her face concorted into a sullen smile, her eyes pinched to two little slits that radiated all the anger of 80 years of solace and solitude from her people, to only hear that her sister has been killed. She turned away from the bird and stared the warrior down once more, her hands clenched to fists, and her impressive cleavage heaving up and down from her heavy breathing. She had started cursing, her words drenched with the thick accent of living amongst the Ramen for too long. But it did not matter, for as she turned to all that were watching and raised her voice.<br/><br/><b>''Throw me out if you want. Just like you did those many years ago. throw me over the waters, but know that I have not chosen to be amongst you. Know that I have been chased out once more, out of a life I did not want to leave. Know, that if you throw me out, I will not go without a fight, and you have seen me fight before. Know, that if I had been in the village during the attack, I would have died there, taking them all down with me, with or without the consent of you pitiful people with your narrowminded thoughts about other kinds of magics in the world. I would have stayed and protected all that I could, but you have taken it all away from me. Now let's see, if it has damaged you all enough to cast out a group of beaten down, charred and burned refugees from an army far away from here, that has attacked Hunth and killed everything in sight. Cause if you do, then I'm glad I don't have to call myself one of you any more.''</b><br/><br/>She turned around and locked her fingers around the small chin of the little vulpari and extended her hand out to let the fairy sit on it if she wanted to. Her eyes were fixated on the glowing red sparkles of dust that seemed to twirl around the lithe body, but her own physique was tense and ready to strike. She looked deceivingly calm, but to the trained eye she was ready to fight back, lest the answer to their peaceful offering and her ruthless speech be the wrong one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>