-WHEN THE STARS THREW DOWN THEIR SPEARS,
-AND WATERED HEAVEN WITH THEIR TEARS,

A devilish smile continued to twist Daedra’s dark lips at Impa’s reply. This giant did not seem to be fazed by her slightly violent sense of humour, and quite willing to fill in the silences where she had nothing to say. Daedra had not come to the Peak with any mastermind plan to cast their realms of power further over the islands and push back the unchecked boundaries of the land’s stallions, but she was certainly interested in anything that sounded half as fun as that.

Where there was trouble to be had, Daedra would wander.

Impa went on to explain the Peak’s hierarchy to her then, and she listened intently with dark, intelligent eyes. She turned over the different ranks in her mind, surprised by the different paths she could take. Of course, she doubted it really mattered which she chose in the end – she didn’t think anybody would be able to stop her from dabbling in whatever was necessary – but it might do her good to hone her busy mind by specialising.

“I think I should like to stay longer than that,” she replied, her voice cool and even.

She had no ‘home’ to go to now that Vercingetorix had gone. Even if he had still been here, however, Daedra wasn’t sure she would have gone back to him after her incident. She felt changed since almost succumbing to the parasite that had taken hold in her body. It would be reckless to indulge too much in another plaything so soon.

“That certainly sounds like my kind of game,” she continued with the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Perhaps I shall give it a go.”

How fun it would be to run rings around those men down there.

“Besides, it’s probably best to leave the rough and tumble to those more your size,” she joked, gesturing lazily at Impa with her nose.

DID HE SMILE HIS WORK TO SEE?
DID HE WHO MADE THE LAMB MAKE THEE?