Roskuld disappeared in a storm of flashing light and reappeared moments later, away from the filly and the king. Something ugly twisted in her gut at the display, a dark and venomous blackness that found the sight of such powerful magic not wonderful or inspiring but merely insulting. What was she doing with abilities like that if she weren't going to use them for something? Surely if she was able to move herself so easily over the glacier then it would be a piece of cake to bring Mauja along, get him out of the hole he so accidentally must have tripped into (because it hadn't been on purpose, right?). If Erthë possessed even a fragment of that strength then she would not be talking about ropes, she would not have to stand there and listen while everyone rejected her.

For the first time, the powerful presence of the Goddess as She appeared to save the day did not bring a smile to the acolyte's face. She merely watched impassively as the Lady raised Mauja from his prison, awarding the gaunt, emaciated form a mere fleeting glance before she returned her attention to the Moon. What emotion there might be of shock and worry for the old Frostheart was drowned by seething anger, swept away for later observation on the tidal surge of hurt when the one person she always had been able to count on to make her feel better rejected Erthë once more, with a cutting, disapproving gaze that nearly destroyed her.

Rope? Really?

The child bristled, the final drop finally causing her temper to overflow. Pale feathers ruffled on the slender shoulders as if increasing her size might somehow make things better, as if keeping her head high or staring rudely back into the gleaming, eternal gaze of the goddess would somehow earn her points rather than make things worse.

"I am so sorry that my infantile suggestion disappoint you, my Lady. Clearly, since everyone else delivered such impressive alternatives, I do not seem to be needed here. If you will excuse me?"

Spinning around on the spot Erthë turned her back on the goddess and the others and tried to leave, back stiff with indignation and face burning hot enough to nearly show through the pale coat as she stomped away over the ice. It wasn't fair that she was the only one to get criticized, it wasn't cool at all when she had tried her best. But apparently her best was not even worth noting, everything she did sucked and her brain amounted to nothing more than a jiggling lump of jelly.

Screw them. Screw all of it.