Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

he's right. she wanted another subordinate to come home.

but it's deeper. this was the first defection she'd experienced, and god knew she'd handle it well.

she lunges toward his flank, attempting to herd him back toward the Rise. her teeth snap at his flank, voice raised:

GO. HOME.

she will not let him go gentle into that good night.

force is all she knows, and if she drives him away for good—

that's her brother's problem.

NOW, she demands, rounding upon him, head high, her indigo gaze blazing.