Settling In

Eventually the boy looked up to her, there was recognition in his gaze. She hadn’t met him but if he knew her mother he knew who she was. Venom and her sisters were all near clones of their mother. She unnerved him, and the fact made her lips pull back in an amused grin, coupled with her forked tongue it didn’t help her image any. That was all well and good to the princess.

”Hello.” She returned, stifling another flick of her tongue as she stepped closer. ”I’m Venom.” The young Klein moved fluidly, her purple pink stare observing the hole he was digging. ”You’re new to Ashen.” And oh so obviously not a Klein. Usually newcomers were aunts or uncles. They didn’t often get vagabonds.