After Ragnarok gave his name they fell back into silence. Feeling that they were safe for the moment Lydianna returned her sword to the sheath that hung at her side. It was quiet for so long that she was able to enjoy the peace of the forest, though she did keep an ear out for anyone trying to sneak up for him. Eventually the silence was broken, but it was simply Ragnarok informing her of his plan for their journey. She felt it was a good one until she heard mention of the elves. She was still a bit bitter about being turned away, and Ragna's mention of their hatred for half-breeds only stirred her anger further. It was true. The elves hated half-breeds almost as much as they hated demons. Elves were so focused on purity in all aspects that they even extended that favoritism to the very blood that ran through a person's veins. It did not matter what manner of being you were--elf, human, or dwarf for example--so long as you were fully that type of being the elves had no quarrel with you. But if you were a cross-breed of any sort? Then they treated you as if you were nothing more than the dirt beneath their feet. Less than that, even, since elves worshiped the earth. Even Lydianna's own father had left when he found that he had gotten her mother pregnant. He had loved her mother because she was a pure human, but to have a child that was a mix of two races... In her father's eyes Lydianna was an abomination.

She was shaking with rage as she recalled her worthless father, the man who had abandoned her and her mother, leaving her mother to give birth alone and then die of heartbreak only a few years later. She clenched her teeth, balled her fists, remembering the scorn and disgust in the eyes of the elves when she had gone to offer them help, only to be turned away because she was a half-breed and therefore worthless. No, indeed she did not want to venture into elf territory.

"Let your family not meet us so that I may not have to meet mine," Lydia hissed angrily. She began to walk faster, picking up her pace to try to relieve even an iota of frustration she felt. She hoped that Ragna would keep silent for a time so that she could try to cool her head, but if need be she was ready to take his mockery.