Raven's Watch a string of broken christmas lights

She followed him, delighted when he fell. The grin she felt internally was hidden, her heart warming with a delicious silk, a type that could only be forged with such life experiences as this. The crash was met only with the advance of the dangerous woman, who stood over the boy as one might look upon a sow for slaughter.
Such a sweet, cute boy. She could put him in her mouth. I am Valmúa af Stormskýli, she answered, stepping over him to prevent him from rising properly. And this is our Watch, she gestured briefly. She wanted to know his agenda, wanted to know if he had ventured here separately from the talks. Yet the more she looked over his body, the more she decided that he was a stupid boy; he was a ripe fruit for plucking. She stepped further toward him, looking down at him with purpose.