Quiet Eyes

Aaliyah was quiet for a time and Archon didn't dare interrupt her. He was rarely uncomfortable with silence. He had good faith in the girl and he knew she would come around to God eventually. Each of them had their own paths and struggles to endure to prove that they were, indeed, children of God.

Finally, after a while, Aaliyah seemed to hone in on the feeling of being watched. Archon nodded, following her gaze around. There was still nothing, however.

Archon's head snapped up, the greenery blurring into the ebbing shadows surrounding him. It was infuriating. One could not tell up from down much less be able to find an omniscient presence here. The branches crept into one another's space, casting darkness over each other. It was impossible to see where the voice had come from. If Archon was not careful, he could have lost Aaliyah behind a tree and she was but two steps behind him.

Obi had waited and now both wolves were aware of his presence. Good. He was ready to reveal his presence, but he kept his form hidden.

"Tell me, who is more godly among the two of you?" Obi echoed.