Did the boy truly think that Blackthorne would forget his trespass?

It did not matter that Thorne had come to accept the presence of Enoch, nor that he allowed Natiya to speak with him and spend time with him so long as she served Blackthorne first and foremost. All wrongs must be set right and he would keep score of each thing, a tally in his head that must always come first. So one afternoon he trailed behind Enoch at a distance, his growing figure becoming sleek with his tireless pursuits, and he found where the boy housed himself.

And he found a sister.

So he stored the information away and now that fall had come and he had decided to withdraw from his travels for just a few days (considering his father had suddenly seemed to go a bit manic and Blackthorne was waiting for his moment to triumphantly extol his own kill), he set out with the intention of finding this girl. Natiya was, and always would be, his sister and follower. She had no option nor did she care to. Enoch could be her friend but in recompense for his crime of trying without asking, Thorne made it his mission to make Escha his follower. So that if it came to deciding between brother and Blackthorne, she would choose Thorne.

That was the arc of this mission.

He spies her now as he traipses across the dying grass of Glorall, the roaring sound of the ocean in his ears, and glides into view. His gait of one of purpose and grace, edged with something dangerous and predatory. There is no lack of confidence in his poise, head up and charcoal/silver eyes glinting strangely. The pale light of a gray afternoon breaks through the thin trees to reveal the silver atop his muzzle and between his ears, standing straight up in his usual cow-lick.

"Do you always hide by yourself? Is it fear that keeps you hidden or does your brother tuck you away in the hopes you'll be missed?"

His voice is deep and pointed, yet somehow still smooth, although there is a testing of his words. A cutting edge to try and see how she will react. Nothing ever started slow and easy with him but such would only bore him.