"Our best course of action..." Shard muses.
Then, in a small remorseful voice she suggests, "We could fly far from here, into the woods, or mountains, where no mortal treads...there to seal ourselves away for all time so we cannot do the damage the Eye hopes we will."
On the heels of that, as if interrupting herself, she adds in a suddenly bitter tone, "Or maybe that's what the -PERFECT- wants us to do! We could instead rain fire and ice on the cities and people of this world, burn it freeze it break it like a fine china plate until He HAS to notice us! Until he CAN'T ignore us! MAKE him deal with us, his failures!"
More quietly, almost silkily, she posits, "I think we could find some place within the city, and make it our own. A dark place. A secret place. Then quietly gather agents, gather power, until the lord of this place finds himself lord in title only. Then, when our grip is tight, we find another city, and begin again. Let the Eye and the Perfect have their little spat. What does it matter to us?"
"Everything," she whispers fearfully. "It means everything. We have to stop it, though the path to doing so is not straight. We must look to the past to avert the future, we must gather the coin of the realms that know, and we must work in shadows to oppose the Eye even as it works through us. And most importantly we must avoid Naramyr's Eye..."
Abruptly Shard stops, with a confused shake of her head. "I'm hungry," she concludes...and sniffs the air, looking around for someplace that seems to have food.