Hideaway Strath Synapses Snap Back in Blissful Anguish

A dove paw lifted to the man’s neck, brushing the damp fur as Zitari’s words settled over him, his opalescent gaze fixed absently on the river’s current. He didn’t respond immediately, only the slightest tilt of his head betraying his attention, eyes cold and quiet.

Hilarious, he replied finally, voice flat but edged with something unreadable. With a slight nod to his disciple, he allowed them to help him from the river’s edge, water dripping from his fur in silver trails as he took unhurried steps toward Zitari. He stopped just short of her, crouching low, his pale eyes tracing the jagged path of the scar on her face before settling on her icy gaze. A quiet, thoughtful hmph escaped his nose as something subtle shifted within him, a scheme set aside for another.

I realize you were just settling in for a rest, my dear, but might I tempt you with a small diversion? A field trip, if you will. He tilted his head, a faint smile curving at the edge of his mouth, but his eyes shone with sincerity. I believe I may have something that would intrigue you. Nothing untoward, I assure you. No tricks, no mischief.

The devil did not lie.