She is patient, very very patient as her eyes of ice and flame remain on him. When one’s favourite pastime is the dead they must be patient. It was a strong suit of little Achly’s- one she had honed and perfected quite nicely. There’s no fidgeting as she waits in her place, no impatience permeating from her frame. All there is a simplicity of desire that is all too obvious, but the half breed had never once concerned herself with the opinion of others. What they said and what they did was of no concern to her, unless they died, of course. Then it was all of her concern in the world wrapped up in one.

And when he turns his own gaze of fire, accented with violet, she feels her body react in a most pleasant manner, her muscles instantly relaxing and finding comfort in his possession. The young wolf ached to be beside her object of obsession, but she remained where she was, waiting, always waiting, just for him. His voice comes forth but his words are not for her. They are for his companion, but there is also another meaning there she cannot place. But he will tell her, if it is what he wishes. And when he calls her forward, beckoning with both his voice and smile, she is loathe to resist. Pushing forward she’s soon finding herself before the two males- unwilling to impede on their personal space but coming close enough to satisfy her own wants. And then she reclines only to a sitting position, much as Solaris had before her.

She did not know the white wolf with his markings of cinnamon upon his chest and around his eyes, but she particularly liked the shade of his irises. They were like the eyes of the dead, so pale and with an almost clouded texture to them. Tilting her slender jaw to the side ever so slightly, she continued watching him a moment before he spoke. He gave her his name, and called himself the Peacekeeper, polishing off with a question. Achlys considered him, still watching, unblinking, her mostly-black-but-white-inside ears tilted forward at attention. He was a different one, like the one she had found but different even from him all the same. It was a curious thing, and when the girl speaks her tones are quiet but sound. “I come for the one that is all.”

The simple words make complete sense to her, and regardless if they do to Solaris or not her attention is at last brought back to the one she had indeed come for. Her fire licked eyes found his own, the barest hint of them widening all there was to give away any reaction from her. Achlys focused on keeping her breathing even and her posture relaxed and yet proper, never before having consciously thought about what others thought. And now all she wants to know was what he thought- about her, about things, about death, about the white one with his own flame upon his fur. She did not know why she was drawn to him, as she did not know why she was drawn to death- other than the simple fact of her fascination with them. She adored them for reasons unknown to any living creature, including herself.

Waiting was her forte, and so she did just that, waiting in her silence until he gave her permission or he would ask of her. And he could ask anything at all, and it would be his. She was an eager thing, but it did not show upon her features. She had never needed to express herself to others, and thus the only thing that truly spoke anything about her mind were her eyes; and even those were bizarre in their own right. Solaris was not ignored, as it was apparent he was important to hers, but almost all of her attention was on Eden. Her attention was enraptured, and only at the utmost matter would she dare draw it away.