Out of the Box

Within the wetland, molten eyes cold and calculating as he observed Talyssa. The maze of tributaries and islands, each teeming with life, meant little to him beyond their potential to benefit him.

As she spoke about creative thinking and seeing possibilities, Setekh remained silent, his thoughts dark and analytical. The occasional smile gracing his features as he gave a nod. He saw her enthusiasm as naive, yet found a twisted amusement in her attempts to inspire the group. How many of them did she believe were such light-filled souls such as herself? Oh but how delicate she was as she orchestrated such command over their attention. Beauty bewitchment, he mused to himself. How she spun them in loops with words alone.

Her words lingered in the crisp air, but Setekh's focus was on the potential each element held for his own ends.