Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]A knowing smile replaced the other suppressed one. It probably wasn't very smart to speak bad of their "leader", but this was her brother. Just as she hadn't done, so would he not tell anything. It was not a promise set in stone - more of a mental one. Strangely enough, Atshen was the only one she truly trusted; for he had seen that his secrets were safe with her too. Why no one else had reached this kind of trust with Nyx wasn't her problem; she had her big brother and that was all she truly needed to feel somewhat comfortable in these woods. She chuckled; a foreign sound with a slight accent.

I am Astrid Nyx Apaata - doing my own thing is in my blood, I suppose. She said proudly with a quick twitch of her eyebrows. The disowned daughter of Nemesis, the one fluent in two tongues, the only female of a litter soon to be torn apart, the little sister of Atshen the silencer and the tongue collector of the Teekon Wilds![/tr][/td][/table]