The Rahu's ignorance was like a cheese grater getting dragged across her skin, and it took Iseult several moments to remind herself that it didn't really matter anymore. The Eagle didn't have it's talons riding on her shoulders any longer. She wasn't a Devil Dog. She was Suthar Anzuth, child of Fenris Ur.
That's what mattered.
So, instead of snapping again, the Cahalith listened, and found her own irritation fading beneath a small swell of surprise. The way the dead eyed, terse woman had been acting, unfeeling death machine seemed like a perfect description. But maybe that was just like with the pom-poms. Things weren't always what they appeared to be, and things weren't always what they once had been.
"When Luna came to me there were two things that I was still living for: music and heroin. I hadn't left the house I was renting for a month. Things were spiraling towards the end. I'd stashed up. I don't think I was consciously looking for death, but it came for me the same night that she did. That's what she buried for me," Iseult explained, her voice having fallen hushed, as soft as the summer shade they were standing in.
"That's why I'm a Blood Talon. It's what I was meant to be. It's what I wanted to be when I went to join the service. That was the problem. That and the spirits. But now that I'm one of the People. Spirits are what I hunt, not the other way around."
It felt good to say, and Iseult realized that she was standing straighter as she said it. She found it was easier to meet the other woman's feral eyes.
"But you, you're not a Blood Talon. You're Menina. So even though you're a Rahu, you're more than just a death machine. Though, I'm not sure what that does make you. So why don't you tell me?"