Blackfeather Woods The darkness will rise from the deep

She did not expect him to bow. No, after their encounter and everything that had followed, it was foolish to think she had even the slightest respect from the boy. Of course this did not please her, but she knew perhaps better than anyone that these things took time. She had not been promoted within a day at Damien’s side. She had earned his trust, served him far better than any other female could have, and had promised herself and her life to him. Vaati had done nothing for her, and still she was here – planning for him to be her Silencer, even though trust was out of the picture. She could not trust him, perhaps not even later, for Ganon had been clear about Vaati’s intentions. He wanted her title – Damien’s title, and she was not about to let that happen.

Her eyes rest upon the scar he had earned, feeling her fur bristle where it hid her own scars. His were far less meaningful, she assumed. Then again, it did look better on him than it would have on her. She was too pretty to carry around something so menacing  - so ruthless. She turned to him with a tight smile instead of the one she used on her ward, seeking his gaze while clearing her throat.

I have heard you have become quite the fighter. She somewhat complimented, already hinting that there was something more for him than just a meaningless conversation. Damien’s return has been a nice fantasy, but as we approach winter we need more than hope. We need good warriors, like you. She let a pause hit them both, feeling he slightest tingle in her tummy at what she was to do. We need a Silencer.