Citlali. Granny Itztli. A tyrant with anger issues who preferred to fight rather than talk, a high priestess who only interacted with the common folk when times were dire. Someone all the other members of the tribe looked up to, but were too afraid to get to know. Except for Ororon, but he didn't really have a choice.

She preferred it that way on most days. Having no friends meant that there wasn't a revolving door of people coming to bother her alone time. Being alone meant that she could finally have some peace. Or... at least that was what she told herself to make it hurt less.

How could someone even go about reaching out after two hundred years? How could someone go about bridging a gap that literally spanned centuries by now? She just had to live with it, by herself in her house. Or occasionally when she went to get a drink to take the edge of for a while.

Imagine her surprise when an outlander from far, far away showed up and just decided to wreck all her plans. You weren't afraid of her. Not really, not in the way that most people who knew her were. You teased her. Made jokes where no one else would dare. It was... really nice.

She couldn't help but love it.

She loved every moment that she got to spend with you. And to be frank, Citlali loved it even more when she got to spend it alone with you and be just a little bit more honest. You could hear her thoughts when you touched. She didn't necessarily have to hide her true self from you - she couldn't even if she wanted to.

You'd have to be blind not to notice, in her opinion. The way you made her feel. But she figured you were just maintaining polite difference because you didn't feel the same. And that hurt but at the same time it meant that she got to keep you for just a little bit longer. She figured maybe you had a girl back in... wherever you were from. She didn't think she could bring herself to care.

She sat on her balcony, legs dangling off the edge. She was warm from the Nathanese specialty liquor she'd had earlier that night, and the breeze felt good on her face. She heard footsteps and sighed. "I know that's you, Traveler." Her voice was quiet. Not angry or rough like it usually was.