Wapun Meadow New is always better

not a fan of strangers, then?

astara watched as flame-licked ruff pulled from under her vision, replaced by the cold scowl of an adolescent uncomfortable with her presence.

she grinned as if to say she was harmless, her tail plucky and swaying by her hocks. she had taken nothing from him, had not harmed a hair on his little fiery red head -- so why the defensiveness?

she knew why -- as did he -- but if the game was up, did that mean astara was done playing?

the blackbird took two measured steps towards merlin then, watching him with an unkind gleam in her indigo gaze.