Herbalists' Cache father water

he felt blindsided.

it was yet another reminder he knew not what went on in the minds of the chieftain. this, for what it was, disturbed him. he had thought he had a read on the man.

blackfell had been proven wrong. he did not know sun eater like he thought he did—but he realized, how could he? he learned only surface level from merely watching, observing, the man. what he saw there, he didn't like; but it was merely because of a biased heart, was it not?

he questioned himself so much that there was no room for questioning sun eater. his blood ran cold at the sight of the girl, no older than ishmira, that he wore beneath his paw like a trophy. appraising the scene with two cruel, crimson eyes. finding his guard hairs lifting ever so slightly; disturbed.

mind turned brooding as he walked. stirred by gjalla, he had ushered veksar to his flank and nudged ishmira along. there was no time to tell @Kaedra that they went. she would know anyhow; he knew his sister was always watching, a persistent ghost following. waiting to see what her kin might do. and what was it they would do...

blackfell did not know. for now, they went.