taking steps is easy; standing still is hard

"He's a dark male with scars--lots of them, especially on his legs--and bright blue eyes. If you ever see him, he'll help you."



The words of her mother rang in her ears as she set eyes upon the new arrival, the ashen-rose lines of maimed flesh etched into the planes of his front limbs the brightest portion of his body, bright azure optics excepted. It took her a moment to remember the words of wisdom, but once she did, she would make an attempt to sidle past the bristling brute that was Basilisk Saxe to go to him, automatically putting every last bit of her trust into the only thing comfortable about this now-unnerving situation.



"Detty?" she said quietly, voice hopeful. She couldn't remember his whole name so she called him by all she remembered with a few extra consonants tacked onto the end. Her muscles were tense and her ears were tipped back and tail tucked a bit. Aegira was uneasy about the combined presence of both one she trusted and one that she had just met that had started to freak her out a little with the questions. "Umm, Detty, this is Basil... Basilisk, I think." Her nervousness made her a little forgetful as she tried to recall the name.