~reads the scroll as I listen to the wind, slightly shaking My head then tossing the scroll into the fire.Swiftly a sleen knife unsheaths from My belt , slicing the scar of a blood bond open, the blood pours freely onto the ground. Emptiness the only emotions seen in My eyes. Resheathing the knife, as I glance to the blood spilt on the plains I dearly love , shaking My head as I go once more back into My wagon, much needed rest being taken for the upcoming migration, then a whisper of words follow before I slip inside.~
From this day forward Giselle You are no longer My True or My Sister.
Vala
