#fojvalor

The wind was cold that day, so cold that the Cryophoenix was surprised when she peered out her cave entrance to see a being winging its way towards her. Anivia sometimes had the few winged survivors of the extreme cold visit, but this one was far larger...and of a different colour-

Oh.

"I suppose you think you were so clever, winning me over like that," said Anivia, looking the other bird over. "Had it ever occurred to you, in your selfishness, that perhaps I greatly respect and cherish the friendship I have with Rengar?"

"I also do not appreciate being fought over like a trophy. I am the Cryophoenix of Freljord! I deserve respect and will not be-be claimed as if you're marking your territory."

Anivia's eyes were pure ice, the whirling of the Gelid Vortex (of which Anivia had survived countless times - well how else would she claim the look she could now turn on Valor?). "You're lucky that I highly respect Quinn, or she might have to deal with a hypothermic Demacian Eagle."She paused to draw breath, and in a voice that was less shaky than before added, "You need to learn tact. As I consider you a friend, I will speak plainly: I dislike it when you act as if you have exclusive rights to me. You do not. I have other friends to, and I will not tolerate you going about as if I cannot spend time with them."