Siansa lands dodging the large sections of broken ice. She stands before Geal and Xaio, in between them and the Thunderstorm Bow. She draws her sword, “Neither do I… but I am your enemy of your ally ruler, so I doubt a peaceful resolution will happen… at least not while you stay allied to him…”
“Also Father… I should probably tell you this… but I have a lover now!” She smiles saying that, while looking at Geal. “I believe he’ll be here shortly…”
Siansa readies herself, honing her blade with her whispered enchantments. The metal of the sword became harder and stronger. Her eyes became black as her magic refracted the light from her eyes, protecting her eyes from the constant flashing of light.