Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-24123288-20200107030533

Clodagh had barely said a word since leaving that battlefield behind. She usually rode in the back, away from others or away from Midnight.

His words still annoyed her. They slithered around her mind constantly. Boring away into her very subconcious, she almost started to believe them. Maybe she was weak. After all, nobody had come up to ask her how she was feeling. She saw some of them look at her in pity, when they thought she wouldn't notice though.

Amongst all that, a tiny bit of resentment was building up in her chest for the Queen. Clodagh was trying to get through Baldrs death all on her own. She didn't even have his helmet to hold at night, cause Nyasia looked so crushed when she'd asked for it.

The Nord sighed, quietly, and looked at the Queen. On the surface, she didn't even seem bothered by losing someone as important to her as Baldr.

She rubbed her face and sniffed, looking at a cut she'd given herself on the arm while training with Cade.

That was another disadvantage to all these thoughts, she realised. They broke her focus.