No Place for a Bitter Man

He hadn't noticed her at first, but as Aslan turned to greet him Frith would take sight of her. He was caught slightly aback, he hadn't expected to see her so close. He doubted that Aslan had any thought of running her off. The Author was intrigued however, and would tilt his head as the tall Destruction introduced her. Lux. "Hmm." He'd offer as he lowered his head and angled his gaze to watch her, obviously her mind was half way across Alacritis by now. "Is she like Sorrel and Felicien's owls?" He'd ask, turning his bicolored gaze from her and back to his son. By now his form had relaxed considerably, now that he knew her name he wasn't about to hurt her. Still, he wanted to know more before giving her his full trust.