choke this love till the veins start to shiver
one last breath till the tears start to wither

Although Drika did not understand the foreign tongue the dark pair spoke in, the angry tone to Bozena’s voice was perfectly clear. Drika was surprised – she knew so little about them, but she didn’t understand why anyone would be so angry to see their constant companion. There was little time for her to wonder about this, however, as Cullen brought them into conflict.

Bozena took control of the situation, then. Drika glanced back at her, a frown on her face as she suggested leaving. Kunzak looked similarly disapproving of the idea, as he spoke again, his words indistinguishable. However, from the mention of her mother’s name, Drika guessed he was explaining their position.

Her gaze turned back to Cullen then as he began to speak. His words sent a prickle of anger down Drika’s spine, the disrespect of his suggestion to Bozena was disgusting. His intention to try and keep her in the Lagoon was merely the cherry on top. Drika flattened her ears at the comment, and snorted irritably.

She knew that she should hold her tongue, and perhaps defer the art of politics to someone more experienced, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I go where I please. I believe you know my mother, Merete.”

DRIKA
shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver