BROKEN ANGELS

The man's rump would fall to the earth, the rest of his bulk relaxing and following it's path downward as he laid himself in a sphinx-like position. Crown erect but body relaxed as he considered Medusa's inquiry. "Quite well I would say. They may not be closest of siblings but our children are independent and capable, even at their current age. This is an uncommon trait for youth to have. They are who they will be once they are grown without the need for trial and error. But most of all, I would say they are happy. And happiness, trivial as it may seem in adulthood, can be important even to the most mature pup." a pause would follow the end of his report as he awaited any additional inquiries the woman may have. The report was, of course, concise and analytical. Yet from the woman's expression and the softening of her gaze the man understood that there was more she sought.



Serverus is a sharp boy. He is not only unforgivingly witty, he would start, tinging the sentence with a playful tone of sarcasm, he is intelligent and strategic. Callisto has developed an interest in medicine and has found a small den for herself in which to stockpile herbs. They are all wanderers but I would say Circes has the greatest wanderlust. he would pause abruptly after speaking the last sentence, his jowls clenching at the slight difference in pronunciation in which he had spoken his daughter's name. Xerxes would be the name he had spoken. The reaction was minute, but it would take all that the man had to quell the emotion that desired to overcome him in the memory of his slave master. His gaze would break from Medusa's, pupils sharpening as the master's image haunted him in the distance. Hallucinations had plagued Deteste for most of his life. He had learned the discipline to ignore them. She enjoys meeting new people. he would speak again, closing his report with unnoticeable strain.

"speech"