Serpent Lake skin like daffodils

yes!! <3<3 feel free to hope in whenever kuro

perhaps they could compose a poem to give to meldresi, an opening gift, so to speak, so as to prove their worth.. hm. they do not have time to dwell on it before the figure of another materializes. oh, joy. sascha does not enjoy often the company of strangers. they move to step away, pointedly ignoring the white-and-ash woman, when the designs on her coat catch their duo-color eyes. 

the bloodied pawprint. triumph floods them that they were right about the brotherhood's proximity, although it is quickly cooled by arrogance -- of course they were right. their attention on the woman is a laser point of focus, now, moving in sweeping steps closer, pausing with enough berth to mark them as naturally cautious. "you, there," they speak, the gravel of their natural tone make rusty by a few weeks of disuse, "take me to meldresi melonii." they pause, remembering the instructions of their fathers, and add with some obvious reluctance, "please." manners are important, sascha. yeah, yeah -- but they don't know whether this woman is of any import or not, so exercising some formality is probably advisable.