Viha was going to answer the question, with all the past conviction she ever had about the issue in question; until she stopped, and looked back on that very event. She felt the pain and sorrow and anger from the day she lost her mother, the day she and her younger sister went their diferent ways because of the politics...the day she declared her hatred for her own brother, and her oath to avenge their mother's death, even if it meant killing him, her beloved older brother. Her thoughts turned then, to the time she told Eirwen of the tragedy and how she had been scolded by Eirwen for acting like a whining child, that had not grown from her days in the nest. So, there she sat for few moments, and collected her thoughts about her, and prepared her answer for Sora. Before she spoke however, Viha pondered Sora's suggestion, then realized that she may have misheard her.
"I'll first answer your second question, Sora. It isn't my brother i'd have to fight, but my little sister. She is the current Draska or Female Leader, of not just our clan, but of the Dragon Flights that make up our clan, which are the black, blue, red, and sky dragon flghts of the north. We are a fairly small clan, having only about maybe 100 individuals within it. You see, a dragon clan has a certain...structure to it. The entire entity is referred to as "The Clan" then, inside the clan there are "The Dragon Flghts", each one representing the assorted species of dragon. Insde each Flight, are the Houses. Each house is led by a chosen leader, picked in whatever way the family so deems right. inside each house is a family. What complicates things currently is that my brother is supposed to be the head of our house, and i'm supposed to be the head of clan and the flights. Instead though, my baby sister has taken up both of the elder's rights, and he wont challenge it and has splintered off and is just doing whatever, while our oyunger sister of just fifty years old is having to run an entire "nation" we will call it on her own.She doesn't have a very high opinion of me, for whatever reason, so she won't take my help."
She took a breath and then blew a puff of smoke up into the air. She was obviously frustrated by the political situation her family was in, but then took in a breath and continued.
"And now on to the primary question. My brother himself did not kill our mother, but some choices and actions he made and took led to the situation that caused not only her death, but the death of his father as well. His actions and choices came back on him, and instead of him paying the price, Our mother and his father suffered. In my mind, it IS his fault, and he may not have intended it, but see it as he did purposely do it, because there is no way he could not have seen that the path he was on could not have ended well. He is however directly responsible for my broken wrist...which i repaid him for, by permanately cripling his left knee. Sure it may sound cruel, but at the tme, all i could think about was how much i hated him for mother dying, and how much it was all his fault. Plus, he broke my left wrist. Sure it healed up just fine, but i had to get back at him somehow. So everytime his knee gives out, every time he is put into peril by his infirmity he can know i did that to him, and that only i can fix it. Honestly though, i ahve never had the intention of doing so, until he pays for what he should have."
There was a certain..venom to her words. A deep hatred and bitter resonance seemed to drip form every word, especially at the mention fo her brother's father...as if she hated him too, or hated the fact she and her brother had diferent parents.
