to this moment

Poem had been beat down and stripped of her confidence with Noir’s actions against her and the loss of her dearest sister. She had hit a low she hadn’t known existed, but now that this stranger was here speaking of her sister she’d been overwhelmed with relief. Motif was alive, or she hoped as she grew more weary with every word the stranger spoke. She’d been introduced to evil when her brother had pushed her to the fire, and again she would be deceived.

Instead of fear her protective instinct started again in overdrive. She needed to find Motif, and nothing and no one would stand in her way. Poem was willing to pay any price as long as she got her sister back safe and sound. She wasn’t afraid, she was getting angry. Though she did wish desperately that Edgar was here beside her. She felt her hair stand on end as the tension between them rose. He spoke of her family like he knew them, but she knew nothing about the man.

Now that she had removed the blinders from her eyes she could smell the pack, and her sister faintly upon him. Poem’s hackles rose as she lowered her head defensively. ”That’s none of your business.” She told him, her own voice lowering. This was no longer the hopeful situation she wished to be in. At first the tall beast reminded her vaguely of Rhyme, now he was much more menacing. If Rhyme was impressive this stranger was deadly. Poem couldn’t balk though, Motif had to be found. ”No price is too high for my sister.” She whispered, her hesitation in attacking him her only hint of the nervousness she had to square off with the experienced sell sword.