'cause i'm on the tv

Iscariot acknowledges her Sultan, offering a dip of her muzzle, breathing his name through those tiny lips and staring at him with those pale, amethyst eyes. For several seconds, Sephiran holds her gaze, trying to read into the labyrinth of her mind. She was preoccupied by the whales inhabiting his inlet, daring to break their eye contact to shift her gaze back to the frigid waters. Sephiran keeps his gaze on her a bit longer, to study her. Taking note of the subtle changes in her body language, the palpable tension radiating from her as she became consumed by predatory drive.

He’s still looking at her when she turns back to him, and the Sultan holds her gaze. One of his amethyst ears twitched when she answered his question. Trackers and bounty hunters. There were a few back in Saffron- loyal subjects who dedicated their tooth and claw to his father, ready to forfeit their lives in the name of the kingdom. Sephiran needed several for himself. Nodding, he acknowledged her explanation, waiting to see if she had more to say.

In the background, the symphony of whales breaching the surface intertwined with the backdrop of the Polar Sound, trying to pull Sephiran’s attention away from Riot but he refrained. “I’ve been watching you." He says, pointing out a known fact. Sephiran was always watching. “You’ve become a skilled huntress.” Not a compliment but a fact. “And I need an Effendi Sayad.” He falls silent then, watching Riot with a close, analytical eye. This was his way of offering her the role of lead huntress.

"Speech"