Unease prickled at the edge of his mind. There was something… off about this situation. Why was her grandfather a loner, when she and her siblings and parents were part of the Syndicate? He wanted to trust in his new friend, his mother would’ve wanted him to be smart though. But his pride? He stepped forward slightly, positioning himself subtly between Sericea and the elder, his blue eyes steady as they met the brutes fiery ones. Maybe… maybe he had made a mistake in following her here.
Iskandor kept his cool as Sericea bumped into him, sensing her panic. His eyes flicked between her and the ivory male, taking in the tension and trying to wrap his head around it. He tilted his skull just a touch, still trying to gauge Sericea’s stammered explanation. She introduced him, and he thought it best to simply nod his head in agreement.
The boy shifted his stance, positioning himself in a way that suggested readiness without aggression, and then his gaze shifted as he looked toward this brother of hers. Low and behold, it was the boy he’d met in the strange ice cave! Zagan.
Knight
