night lurker.

The man would speak after a brief silence for he would take his time to consider Baslisk's words, few as they were. He would speak in a timbre softer than intended, I apologize if I have interrupted your peace, Basilisk. and fall into silence again as if he had forgotten Basilisk's inquiry. It had been long since he had seen Aegira and she had been the only of Jupiter's litter whom he had met. He supposed that the girl was fine. A life in Ludicael was something of a blessing for a child. She is well. I believe it has been long since either of us have seen her. he would respond, his tone strengthened as Deteste gathered his thoughts.



I have children this season. I believe you would like my daughter Circe. He would speak, the words unexpected by the man. Circe was similar to Aegira yet she lacked the lustre of innocence. She was not ill tempered or misbehaved but had understanding beyond her age. How are you. he would inquire, pondering the boy's healing wounds but not seeking them with his sight. Deteste would continue a pattern of repetition in the conversation. Reflecting the boy's inquiries so long as they were open ended enough for Basilisk to decide the length of his reply. The man's expression would be stoic yet unyielding as he added a final sentence to his dialogue. You may ask me to leave, if you wish.