6/17/2025, 10:18 PM
She offered her name, then a plea - or a promise. Sverke quelled his grimace before it could form on his face. He didn't need to chase her - she wouldn't run, she swore. He liked the deference, but he was almost immediately annoyed by the denial of the chase he'd been looking forward too. Sverke narrowed his hypnotic gaze at her for a long moment, weighing the shadow's response.
He could feel the moon's gaze, silver spilling down his spine, watchful and judging. He wondered if his twin was out chasing it, or drinking his way into avoiding the silver celestial's siren call.
His interest in the chase was waning already. He didn't think her frail body could keep up with his stamina. Sverke sighed softly.
Alright.He replied.
Some other time, Dierdre.And he gave her a boyish, mischievous smile.
Where are you from? There aren't many who come this far north without seeking us.
