Barrow Fields i am fire bleeding smoke

self-discovery. what a strange answer -- caiaphas overturned the statement inwardly, oddly delighted by the bluntness of it. he was young, and while she could not detect any dishonesty, she also had been young once, and somehow, seemed to accept the answer. it seemed the other male in their presence had minute reseverations; caiaphas' gaze trailed over him quietly before she shifted and spoke.

"you won't like what you find. no one ever does." she replied cynically, her barbed tongue only half-reined in. caiaphas was too old to be kind, too full of disappointment to be gentle; with a sweep of her thin tail she resumed her hunt, leaving the two of them to their own devices in the rustling fields.