The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

arcturus knew just enough about stories to tell he had disturbed maia from some deep thought -- he hoped whatever thread she had dropped she would find cleanly and easily. his ears swept back apologetically, and he offered a gentle smile.

"wraen likes stories as well. if i remember, she told me once about her mother, who also was fond of a good yarn." arcturus' soft gaze searched maia briefly as she looked to the ocean. "the apple did not fall far from the tree, did it? what did you have so far?"