Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

Artaax remained silent as things proceeded, showing great restraint of his frustration and annoyance. His eyes narrowed as he watched the dark stranger speak in defense of the cowering - what was he? Ah, traitor - words that meant little to him on the surface but drew his ire for the threat in them. When the other, the older male, spoke, Artaax found his anger rising. Blixen may have found center from his use of their language, but the hompleia found only deepening contempt that this filth would dare blacken their words with his unworthy tongue and use them in an effort to give them commands?

Artaax felt his lips peel back from his teeth in a silent snarl. He didn’t move a muscle, as the pale Drakru was too disciplined to allow his temper to rule him. At Blixen’s command, he gave her a disapproving look out of the corner of his eye - so small and subtle that only his sibling would recognize it for what it was. Between the four dragedakru present, he had seize, weight and experience on all of them. But. He would not question his sister’s commands in a situation such as this, no matter how much he disagreed with her. So he turned to leave with Furi, but not before giving Prince a look that stated plainly how ended he would be if any harm came to Blixen while he was away.