Silver Moraine toshin

mother muradoii... she trails off, almost thoughtful, but then comes right back with a mocking snort. and you let father command you? forbid you?

what a turn of events this day had begun to take. the blood-drinker stalks curiously around the woman. taking note of small scrapes upon ankles and legs, characteristic of a lanzadoii hunter. always running, on the move.

it was what made them easier to respect than the even softer-bellied sharadoii. this woman lucky she did not tell sivaak she was sharadoii.

she halts in her tracks and pins her with blood red eyes. why you not with black scar band?