Ouroboros Spine the same [voice] that oft-times hath

the fire-kissed woman falls quiet in clear difference to the pale sylph that makes her way towards the pair, then. she is like a sugary moonbeam given mortal form, marred with scars not unlike the grey marks upon what would otherwise be the moon's smooth surface. lómëvása diverts his gaze, knowing well enough that, that at the very least was a widely known symbol of submission when in the presence of a leader.

the nightingale's breath stutters for a moment; words steeling away in the cage of his throat as he tries to decipher whether her question is skeptical or not. though mapping the stars and reading fortunes from them was far from scoffed at in the kingdom of the stars ...other packs might think quite so much of it.

zat is correct, lómëvása admits the words almost like a benign sigh. zey are not always so clear but i am versed well enough at deciphering zere meaning. for though he does not wish to sell himself short he also does not wish to boast of a mastery he does not enkindle. in the quiet that follows his response, carpathian grey eyes glance between the women then; hesitant and trying to still the soft flutter of his heart nervousness.