Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

The Svartell observed the anxiety written upon her features, the subtle movements or twitches that signalled her fear. Even as she held her head higher, refusing to remove her eyes from his own, he could feel it - she knew he posed a threat. And yet, she did not flee. Instead, she remained still and questioned him. "My name is Aries," The soldier's expression was mostly blank now, though a slight twinkle in his gaze revealed something sinister, if she was to look close enough.

"And you?"