The Sentinels sin deep my wicked angel

lasher gave her a faint smile, suddenly wishing for no more than the crisp air of the beachfront and the company of his mysterious sea-priestess. he could not put a reason to the feeling, however, and so nudged aria's shoulder gently with his muzzle. "what shall your first act of leadership be?" it was natural to doubt, however, and he was pleased that she did not fear asking him such difficult questions, but in some regards it was rather overwhelming to the druid. lasher enjoyed her company nevertheless, however.