Peace. The Darkbringer had brought chaos and yet, Iromar had seemingly moved into a new phase. Or at least, Avery claimed to wish to take it there. Beltane acknowledged her desire but with a mere nod of her head, absorbing the idea rather than speaking of it. She'd have to wait and see, after all. It was true - everything was a balancing act in the world and so, perhaps Avery was right that it was time for peace. Chaos would come again soon but at least for now, Moladion could breathe a collective sigh of relief.
Her ears flickered at Avery's question. "Dead, living. Past, present, things yet to come. Grass, water, even sky. Everything has a voice but few listen, you see." She grinned, sympathetic towards Avery's curiosity and yet her mind still lingered with the thoughts of needing an opponent - Avery, that was. Beltane wondered if she might make them or if she would be content with them finding her. The moors did not speak ill of Avery, a sign perhaps that she might indeed need to live without an opponent after all. "I will take any name you give me and I will listen and speak for you, for Iromar. It is what I have always done. Watch, listen, speak for those that do not, cannot." She dipped her head low into a bow before she rose once more to lock her eyes onto Avery's.
"The boneyard." She stated, sure the woman would know what she spoke of. "Let the boneyard live even if you must preen it. The dead have lived in there longer than any of us." She remembered the Bonekeeper from before and those who had come specifically to speak with the bones of the marshes. She dare not intrude upon their realm even if it lay in the midst of their home - it was their home too, kings and queens of the past, murderers and murdered alike, forgotten and remembered. She knew Avery had been there, had begun to clean, and yet she had to try regardless.