They are unusual, these moments, and yet they feel wholly in place. Perhaps I am a fool to feel there is change nearing with each of her steps forward and yet, I cannot help but imagine it nonetheless. So few come with such a fierce need for something and such a desire to fulfill it and I am inclined to believe that it must be something quite...special. It has been some years since any other has made me so curious - others are predictable, mostly so at least. Aster had caught me off guard but now, I know who she is and what she can do but this one? The curiosity alone is enough to make my skin burn as she nears.

Finally her question breaks the tension and I am given to a small chuckle immediately. It is a quiet thing, this laugh, and full of a malice I have not understood for some time. I was an enemy now, no? Enemy to Asteraia and some bloodline I had ceased to care for years ago. Yet, I am given to seek out her eyes before I answer, my head snaking down to grab their attention. "They never run out," I state with a roll of my shoulders and a twitch of my lip, a lopsided grin. "They take on new names, new places, new ideas. But they're always there." I pause for a moment and then I slowly rise. Perhaps there is a challenge in my face before I speak again, a brow rising. "Or...te creare magis." You create more. I wonder how badly she wants an enemy or just why she might.

My eyes move over our surroundings once more, always suspicious during these times, and I allow the silence to consume the world for some time. I listen to her breath, revel in her eccentricities. For now, I will give her some power. I want to see what she might do with it with me here at her whim; I lower my stance just enough to consider us closer to equals, holding her gaze. If she is looking for enemies, I may know that which she seeks.