she's got something in her throat

*Lecter* · April 19, 2014, 02:19 PM

He did not think less of his lover — he nodded at her words, understanding from where they came. Xi'nuata was no friend to Jinx, and though he and the golden woman had cultivated a mutual respect, there was no question that he too would turn his teeth to her if it came to the defense of Silvertip. Lecter had cause to wonder if Jinx would think less of him, for what he had done in abetting the enemy, and reached out to lash her chin with a slow, placating movement of his tongue. But he would not make excuses for himself — what he had done was done.

He is a wise man and lies abused and injured by the black cur's own teeth. I do not believe Raheerah will allow him to leave, not without a show of force, which Tenzin — that is his name — does not condone. He is aged, as am I, but his wisdom and calm would be invaluable. A Keeper of Lore, I believe, but even the softest snow can house sharp ice, Lecter finished with a harsh laugh, glancing off in the direction of the Vale.

If you do not wish for me to walk among them again, tell me now, Jinx; I shall heed you. The shaman looked to her for guidance now, a word of command, which the sylph had never before given him, but perhaps the circumstances had changed the sense of power she felt she had overtop him.

He was silent then, lowering his muzzle to nudge the rabbit toward Jinx also, the third of her gifts. The anger of the Kesuk was not once he wished to inspire, but nor could he ignore the calling of his skill toward those in need of it. He had become soft in his old age, the shaman determined quietly.