Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

Just as she had imagined she might, it seems that she had startled him.  The man's gaze turned to her, his dark pelt setting the stage for fiery, glowing eyes.  She feels something rising up in her, jealous of him (as she is with everyone with working eyesight) but almost even more so with this creature because he looked so much like her that it was easier to imagine herself with his eyes instead of her own china-dish eyes.

Down, down down, she pushes against the feelings that bubble in her chest.  They would not be allowed to surface here.

The shade only laughed at his response — not the cruel, jabbing laughter one might expect from such a creature but instead a low chuckle.  I only travel beneath the cover of my mistress, she offers, subtly responding to both of his statements.

What brings you here tonight, hūra-azantys?