Bearclaw Valley So raise your glass now and celebrate exactly what you've done.

His outburst is mirrored by a mocking shout, then a correction. The red girl scratches and marks the dirt while pointedly staring at him, indicating it was not Karst that she was calling friend; that made more sense, thought it burned in a way the boy did not anticipate.

Swiftly enough Avicus' glare became something hungry—and the boy lost the force that had empowered him, making himself small before the moody darkness of her attention. He tucked his chin out of habit, well spiced with fear, muttering - oh.