Three Blind Mice

Andy was giving lessons now, and Dread wasn't quite sure how he felt about that one. On the one hand, he was happy for her. On the other hand, he'd have to admit that she knew more than him, and he wasn't sure that sat well with him. He had to be the best, and he'd been... bested? That couldn't be right (it could.) (It was.) As she called out across the Armada that she was holding a lesson... well, he had to do it. Dread had to show up. It was in good faith, too, wanting to get better. Wanting to show up and put the work in, especially as he'd probably been slacking.

Kite and Pyrite were already there by the time he arrived. Dread ducked his head as he looked to Andromeda, offering an apology. "Sorry I'm late." A bit sheepish, he'd probably held things up. Well, he was here now. He stopped beside Kyanite, sitting on his haunches. Waiting. Watching. What did Andy have planned for them today?

"Dread Fatalis"