What's Been Lost

His emerald green eyes flickered from Onyx to the thick, tall pines she described, a spark of curiosity lighting within them. Despite the defensive rigidity with which Onyx held herself, Xairo didn't sense any malicious intent emanating from her. "Xairo," he offered his own name in a flat tone, mirroring the way Onyx had given hers. It was peculiar to think that she used to live in these very pines. He couldn't help but wonder if that meant she had once been a part of the Syndicate. "We're from the Syndicate," he echoed his thoughts in a low voice, searching for any hint of recognition on the woman's face.

"Xairo Saxe"