you can run but you can't hide
breath on your skin, I've arrived
He is arrogant in his approach. She can't truly fault him, he had come by it honestly (she is not so arrogant herself as to believe it wasn't part and parcel of her and Wyrm's relationship, and by virtue, their descendants). He is certainly powerful. But he seems to have forgotten that power in and of itself is not enough. Especially if he does not use it intelligently.
After all, there is always someone more powerful. Only a fool would believe themselves untouchable. And it had become abundantly clear that Wolfbane had slipped well over that line.
As he steps forward, knees lifting to demonstrate his delight, she makes no move beyond lifting her had, gaze locking on to him with an iron certainty. His tone are charming as he greets Lilliana, dropping honey-sweet of the bitter glee of the words beneath.
It's rather unfortunate it would never last. Perhaps she could act convincingly enough to fool a stranger, but she is feeling too sharply disapproving to pretend at fooling Wolfbane longer than a single sentence.
"Is that so?" she replies with a cool cordiality, chestnut features tilting slightly. After a moment, one corner of her lips lifts into the faintest of smiles. "If that's the case, consider this a summons."
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