Shifting through shards

Her wagged tail seemed to be an indication of submission, and he was surprised by the fact that it pleased him. So far, this interaction had been done largely without emotion from him. He remained seated as she grabbed a helmet and used it as a basket. Hmm, versatile thinking. Useful. She answered his question, and he let the delay of it pass by without retaliation. “Basilisk.” He said shortly, “or by my title. Warlord. it wasn't his yet, but it might as well be.

As she put away bits and bobs, she hung onto the goggles. He realised they weren't a part of the trash, but an actual part of her belongings. It hit him unexpectedly, and hit him hard. Makara had worn a set of goggles, they've practically been a part of her, until the day she went missing. He tried not to think of his siblings, there was only him and Levi left now.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Ignita” he growled as she seemed to get lost in her task. Adding more to the pile than had been in his ‘claimed’ set. “Ignita, come here.” He demanded of her. Better to set the right expectation early. “Your goggles, give them to me.”


"Basilisk Fatalis"