Silverlight Terrace I told it not, my wrath did grow

Kavos hesitated at the suggestion he go first. He was a reactive creature by nature; nearly incapable of making a decision that didn't involve him reciprocating to something that had occurred beforehand. But after a moment of waiting— and realizing nothing was happening— the wicked boy jumped forward abruptly, but did not close the distance. A pump-fake that might goad the onyx yearling forward and into his tense and excited clutches.