Moonspear 七転び八起き

titmouse -- mou, these days, though arcturus did not know it -- was well before the mountaineer's time, but that did not mean he did not know of the man's reputation. it certainly did not mean if arcturus ever came across him, that he would not sink his fangs six inches deep into the brute's heart.

he hoped lyra was wrong --but he knew in that way many knew, that if lyra had suspected it, it may as well be true. leveling out a sigh, the moonspearian nodded grimly. they would die for it.

despite the severity of their conversation arcturus caught a restlessness to hydra. stealing a sly glance -- one he had perfected, having stolen many sly glances his formidable sister's way to measure the enigma that was her mood, arcturus rose. his tail arced gently -- tilting just so, so that she might know immediately of what was unspoken between them.

she wished to extend herself physically, for to her, arcturus imagined sparring was as therapeutic as talking it out. the exercise often helped clear the mind, and put all the illogical pieces back into place.