Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Despite his curiosity, Atshen lingered as Nyx moved to gather her present and hide it away for the moment. They had only just become friendly again, and Atshen had a feeling that this rekindling would only lead to prosperous things. Nyx held the intelligence that he far lacked, but even with his unintelligence, the Silencer knew that their powers combatted together could only result in greatness. She had easily swayed him from mother, convincing and conniving as she was, and Atshen knew that it was in his best interest to do as she said. 

Taking a seat, Atshen set his eyes in the direction that she had melted into the shadows, waiting until she arrived again.