Dawnlark Plains I drew that glass across his neck, fine as any blade.

He is shielded by Avicus. The boy gently sidesteps to join her side; parallel. 

I can hold my own. He seems to say. Though it was ego that did much of the talking.

The stranger did not seem like he wanted to cause a fuss. After disclosing his intentions, he began to go off in his own way.

A frown lines his mouth. 

You're clohhe to the Rihhe. He informs the retreating figure. Then, looks to his mother for her reaction. Would she choose to pursue?