Ankyra Sound It's funny how reflections change.

Fade here?  :)

His anger was... different. She recalled their previous encounter when Arrille expressed a pissy attitude in response to her attempt at spooking him in the Grotto, which had been cute and amusing at the same time. But this was something else. This was pure fire in his heart, venom that dripped from his harsh words, and Nyx felt a mixed sense of pride and uncertainty. She was glad that the boy did not cling to the hope of making amends with his estranged father purely because of their shared blood, but worried that his pent-up frustration could bite him in the ass one day. Wylla would surely be on the prowl for him soon, if not already, for rocking the boat with Drageda.

"Come on," she beckoned to the pale youth, bumping her shoulder encouragingly to his tufted white chest before turning away and assuming lead of their wander. "Forget about that asshole. How about you help me find one of those rats, hm? Sounds like you could do with a snack!"