Qeya River black swift

he fucked up.

he knew immediately that he'd fucked up. he practically saw the crimson as it flashed in her eyes, a seething rage not unlike that of a bull. the regret came swiftly and fiercely.

veksar did not apologize. he, instead, slipped his tongue out from between his lips and peeled his gaze away from her, anywhere but looking directly at her. his ears, too, fell into a splay, resting at the sides of his head.

i'm only concerned for my sibling, he said as calmly as he could muster. you don't have to do this.

for a moment there, he saw the blueflame burn of his mother's dead stare in her eyes.