It was finally time. For bad or worse.

You were on your own for the past months, years. It's been forever since you saw that wretched face. One you unfortunately called your mother. Whether the relationship was biological or adoptive, you weren't informed. Wasn't helped by the fact that your "mother" left you for dead the second she saw you as "of age", able to take care of yourself without her constant hassling. Jaimini knew to a certainty that the great private military she ran would be better run if she could solely focus on it. At least, that is how you perceived it. Stories always had nuance, a change in belief or perspective that could fundamentally change why events happen.

But that didn't matter. All you wanted was answers. Answers you were never given. Answers you needed now.

Kali saw you approach, a shock, a dreaded horror flashing and then subsiding as quick as it came. Winds dashed passed the two of you, the long, damn near flamboyant slicker she wore flowing opposite of the direction the woman currently faced.

"What." Jaimini shifted her focus elsewhere, paying mind to the blades of grass she'd otherwise have no reason to spend her precious attention on.