Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

The way he moved was foreign and strange. It was walking but not for purpose. Not to get from here to there. She had known dancing, had seen it before, but not so practiced as the way he did it. Brook kept a wary eye on him still, not comfortable enough to let him closer. She remained guarded.

He sang, then. They were words she did not know, but the melody was sweet. She smiled, but she did not draw closer to him. He could dance, he could sing, and these were nice things… and yet, she still found herself pulling away. Wishing for the comfort and familiarity of Aditya.

Her eyes drifted to the distance, beyond the singing and dancing wolf, where she thought her father might be. What did he think of Pharaoh‘a talents? What did she think of them? That was the harder question. Rarely did Brook think for herself, let alone attempt to form opinions.