The girl couldn't explain why she couldn't talk since the young man's face was so near to her, so she simply continued staring at the soft yet charismatic face of the young man. She couldn't remember his name, but she knew one thing: he was a Captain-General. Sierra's thoughts seemed to be flying while Acadia was communicating with her earlier, and she didn't even know the prior leader in their region had died, thus she replaced him with a new one, so even when she was alluded to as Captain-General, she didn't really get it.
Sierra simply stood there watching the young man till he was able to leave with his chariot, while five men followed behind him.
"May the horse you are riding crash down, antipathetic." Only the lady muttered as she moved her gaze behind the Spaniard, who was busy guiding his white horse until it vanished from view.
