optical illusion

Banshee stared searchingly until the stranger met her gaze. Their eyes locked and Ban instantly felt a heat rise to her cheeks. 'I must have looked like a crazy lady.' Flashbacks to Cordelia and even the glazed over eyes of her own mother came forth. Banshee shook them off as she took in the formal title of the young femme before her. Poem Destruction, the Warlord’s apprentice and Adversary Heir. The Klein offered a simple nod towards the gal as she thought over the rank. Banshee had never heard of the babe so it came to a surprise that she had claimed the rank of heir. That meant if Zee or Sirius became unable to lead the crown would be passed to the stranger before her. The thought interested her but she assumed if the brutish warlord trusted the slate and obsidian yearling then she would have to learn to.

After only a moment Banshee allowed a gentle grin to appear upon her inky lips. Those abrasive fangs in full view as she began to speak, "I don't believe we have either. A pause. "I am Banshee Klein." She hadn't been tilted just yet. As of that moment she was a mere member of Ashen but soon she would speak to Sirius about her future. "You looked familiar.. Which is why I was oogling at you." Ban shook her head with a very soft snicker. "A friend of mine and you have very similar eyes. It startled me for a moment."