Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

his voice reaches him in the tone of calm authority, and for a moment he wonders if he's about to be chided. he turns quickly, golden gaze falling upon ...suliya, he thinks her name is. they'd never had one on one time like now, and ezra tended to remain close to gideon and anselm, determined not to let either of them out of his sight for too long, partially afraid if he did they might be taken from him again.

morning, he echoes back, watching her approach.

am i? asks ezra, mischievousness sneaking its way into his tone; left ear flicking to the side before facing forward once more. vell, he drawls. time sleeping is time vasted.