Looks Good To Me

The pale child shrugged and rolled his eyes at Scylla’s comment. He could argue his intelligence but she would neither listen nor think any better of him. Why she would think he knew anymore than she did would forever be a mystery. His pale blue eyes followed the trunk line up into its branches as the blinking blue lights rose higher and higher, quick enough hidden by the foliage. Scylla stated that he had been the one to scare them away. Maybe he was. They weren’t afraid of a little girl like his sister, but one look at his bulky frame and they were quick to avoid danger.

As if the game was done Scylla dramatically turned around and began to stalk back to the room. Albion looked back up to the softly glowing tree, still uncertain what he was witnessing tonight. He turned back towards his sister just in time to catch her veering off the path.


Albion Klein