The huntress growled, the sound low in her throat and almost fareal soundingg. She had already grown tired of this meddling bird's games. Yes, he had offered the sultion that might save Duir, and he had been of great help retriving it. But he had been a pain the whole time and she wanted him gone from them badly. Sharply focused eyes followed him as she shifted away from Duir some so as to not hurt him more.
"Why must you continue to be so cruel?" She asked in that same low growl. She didn't reach for her bow this time, though the look in her eyes implyed that she wanted to. "What is so awful in your life that you insist on treating a fellow god who is nothing but gentle and kind, like he is worthless?" She shifed to stand, but found that while the beast they rode on moved, she could not find stable footing. So she remained on her knees instead.
"I begin more and more to see why my kind dislike crows so much," she murmured, hoping it would be lost in the wind as much as she hoped he would hear. Kisi was meddlesoem, cruel, and above all self serving. Duir's death would not do as much for him as he had deluded himself int thinking.
"Give me the flower, Kisi," she said, holding her hand out. "You need not let this end badly."





