Starglow Basin vacia

perhaps when the albino ghost threw saya against the wall, some of her brain matter spilled. soto’s nostrils flare in the aggravated manner of a bull. in his mind, juárez seethes; too soft, he chides, dematerializing back into black with a decisive air that could only be called derisive.

soto regains control, his temper scarcely lidded. una bruja. he repeats. any witch. una bruja habíl. a skilled one.

a useful one; not the bitter hag that is qiao — but someone like her.

around saya, the coils of his machinations almost come to fruition. he regains composure, smoothing the flare of his lifted fur. me entiendes?

there is no room for misunderstanding.