Starglow Basin Serpent

Neither man complies with her wishes, Soto speaking words that for her delicate heart are only cruel jabs to it's arteries. Now her eyes move to Castel.

Her expression is soft, but god does she want to smack the sense back into that thick skull right now. Wordless, she moves back a tail-length or two. If they are to fight, what can she do but watch?

She appears uneasy, pacing the length of the pair with watchful eyes. It reminds her of hunting the bison back home, watching them clash and taking out the injured party with her brothers and sisters. But these men are not bison, so what is she to do should they be injured? Tend to them? Lick their sorry wounds clean? A single corner of her eye twitches at the thought - the only hint of her irritation that she will allow.