Hideaway Strath If the sky is pink and white

Since the public display Kynareth had made, Evelynn laid low. More had joined their ranks, though how sane they were had yet to be determined. They had missed the execution and until further inspection, the morals of those who stayed were jumbled and undecided. Kill all they want, that did not concern the siren so long as she kept her own life. Brutes and savages would do as they pleased, but as things stood currently she had no power to keep herself untouchable. Something that would need to change and quickly if she were to stay within the strath.

Perhaps it was luck that the Grandmaster's call rang out for her, or maybe it was a sentence. After all, she might have chased the intruder, but she did not follow his command. She needed to gain favor, something to make her indispensable. The silver woman traveled to the source of the call, careful to not waste any time responding. When the hulking frame of her leader came into view, an easy smile graced her features, Something the matter?