i will ride under no banners but my vengeance will unfurl
Several days had passed between their exit from Helovia and subsequent arrival into the Rift before Mordecai had time to really think. Her first priority had been to find Arleigh, kill anything that tried to hurt her, and find someplace safe for the both of them. Two out of three goals accomplished wasn't bad. She pushed the girl harder than she should in her effort to get them to someplace safe, and she did feel guilty because of the pain she saw in her daughter's eyes. She encouraged her as much as she could and let her rest at times when the girl had nothing left in her.
When Arleigh took time to rest Mordecai's mind drifted back to Helovia and to Kaos. She had known about Kaos, everyone had known that he was there, but she hadn't paid attention because she wasn't one that had any kind of loyalty to any of the gods. Why would Kaos be any different? Why should she feel any differently toward him than she did to any other god? He had fooled everyone, the Gods included, and he had destroyed their home and cast them all out. Mordecai had lived most of her life as an outcast with no real land to call home, so the idea of being homeless didn't bother her as much as it might have bothered some of the others, but still....
He had killed her father.
As a foal, Mordecai had been close to her father, but as she had aged and he'd produced child after child some distance had formed. She still loved the man, but she did not grieve his death. He had died a warrior's death, fighting a useless fight against a being who could not be killed. She did wonder what happened to the rest of her family, as she couldn't remember seeing her mother or any of her siblings among the dying or the fleeing. She told herself that it didn't matter, because she had Arleigh with her and that was all she needed. The brindled mare looked down at the resting babe, shielded from the rain by her mother's extended wing. "Kisha tikh elat hash yer hash hethkat." She said to the filly. "We must find your father."
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Translation:
kisha tikh elat hash yer hash hethkat - we will move when you are ready
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