'Enya, I know what you've gone through, and I can't understand what you're feeling right now, but please I don't want to fight you over this.'
'If you don't want to fight then hand it over and let me rule!'
'You know I can't do that, love.'
'My mother didn't raise a fool; I know what I'm doing! And if it comes to it, I will fight every day till my dyeing breathe to make her proud in her resting place!' She growls at me.
'Why don't we continue this conversation later on, take a few breathes and once I'm done touring Zhuang, I'll come find you and we can talk?'
'Fine!'
She leaves the fire pit, her eyes forming tears, she used to be my friend. I can't help but feel bad for her, she's lost everything she's ever cared about.
I turn around to find Zhuang with his hand on my shoulder, it's calming but we must get going.
'Let's go, before she comes back.'
We leave the fire pit and I tour them around the training grounds.
When we finish I call for Alashbah.
We sit on one of the logs waiting to be burned.
'Just so you know my Francesca isn't fire related, but I'm glad that I was toured, and I really appreciate your time.'
'No problem, dude.' I pat him on the back and stare into the blazing fire.
It doesn't take long for Alashbah to arrive.