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She was still close enough to the young girl and the archer to hear what Ryo said, her eyes trailed to him and she eyed him, his words were of little merit to her, after all he had tried to attack her and Frederic in the tavern, he should be so lucky Frederic spared his life she thought. Her eyes moved to Frederic whose expression told he knew this young girl standing next to her and soon he was asking the archer a variety of questions. The young woman had said something to the lion next to her and Quorra eyed them both, frustration written quite apparent on her features. When the girl asked her a question Quorra raised a brow and remarked. "Even when faced with fear we must know and believe in our strengths, never wavering, always believing we are the greater even in battle. If you waver they know your weakness and you could die. And don't misread me, I have fears but my father taught me to never show them when I am facing a foe." With that Quorra nudged the sides of her horse and saw that neither Frederic nor Ryo moved, "It seems you have business with this man and young girl Frederic, when you're ready I'll be over there." she didn't wait for anyone else to speak as the horse trotted off, she turned her eyes away from them all, her cheeks now burning red.

Brushing away the hair on her shoulder Quorra sighed heavily and ran her fingers along the bridge of the horse's neck. Whispering softly to the only ears that would listen and the being that wouldn't argue back. "Why was I given this destiny, of all the ones to survive and to be despised by them. I can see it in their eyes" she stared ahead as the horse stopped to nibble on a patch of grass, her hands releasing the reigns. The wind picked up and rustled her hair bringing it once more over her shoulders, but she didn't brush it away this time. "Should I just go it alone?" she questioned the horse, but no answer came and it plagued her that she felt this way. "My father.." but the words stuck in her throat and she fought the urge to cry, her lower lip quivered but she pursed it so it wouldn't. Doubt rose in her mind, she'd not had time to learn how to be a great ruler, how was she even sure she could bring peace to the land, restore what her father had built. Who was to say when she assumed the throne that she didn't rule as The Regent was. Shaking her head Quorra glanced back at the group.

"You wouldn't even be here had I not made myself known," she was far enough they'd not hear those words uttered. Lifting her chin slightly she returned her gaze ahead of her and the horse. There she waited, in silence letting her thoughts gather, her hand reached up and touched the pendant. It was the only thing she had left of them. "How else am I to act when it is all I've ever known." bringing her hand to her forehead she groaned. "I can't even wish them ill tidings even though they said those things, I must be going insane" she chuckled lightly. She thought of Frederic, but shook her head. "We are so oddly matched for this quest I fear one of us will kill the other before it's over..." the red tint grew apparant on her cheeks again. She smirked, but then frowned once more, awaiting when and if the others would join her.