Rekindling

“Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction in one so bereft of light?” The snake retreated in quick succession back into the comfort of the soft shadows, the clinking of scaled metal armour a crescendo to the anticipated fight which she had come seeking to quell the overboiling frustration which her lapsed memory had left her cursed. She couldn’t help the low chortle that fell from her lips, slipping through the soft fabric of her mask and falling betwixt them both.“Thy presumption speaks to thy arrogance,” she began with growing suspense, her body nearly shaking with excitement for the inevitable fury of battle, “for wherefore wouldst I seeketh sanction of Lordship when I has’t nay desire for the chains of consortium.”