Starglow Basin vacia

saya tilted her head, sharp lavender eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she measured his words. she had grown accustomed to soto’s volatility, but the shift in his tone, the weight of his repetition, carried an unmistakable urgency.

¿dónde puedo encontrarla? she asked evenly, careful to keep her voice steady. where can i find her?

she didn't dare waver under his gaze, the fire behind her eyes a carefully restrained defiance. soto's anger was a storm she had no intention of walking into without preparation.

the word "habil" lingered in her thoughts. useful.