Starglow Basin vacia

very noble, this concept she’d been robbed of something of import. 

but it’s soto who feels cheated, and wonders if he’s backed the wrong proverbial horse. 

he listens, patient. a terrifying virtue in a giant, in so much as an observer would know they are simply biding their time. 

waiting for the best, most crippling use of their energy. 

he unwinds a long tendril of thought, then another. ruminating over every nuance and inflection in saya’s explanation. 

she could be a sleeper. he sees in her much resentment, much defiance. she says the little coy moved like a ghost, and overpowered her. yet soto asks himself how this is possible, when he’d seen the coy for himself and known she was a fumbling, inexperienced creature hardly worth the air they breathe!

they could be allies. did not every pretty thing need an ugly accomplice to stand next to them, to further extenuate their exquisite beauty? 

he decides her task will be one that kills her, if he’s lucky. but luck, as of late, has little to do with his situation. 

una oportunidad más. one more chance, he cautions her with malice coiling in his tone. no más.

a proverbial hand held out for her. 

only soto has no qualms with letting her plunge if she fails.