My mind is prone to wander in her presence, her silence and mystery permitting such things. There is familiarity in her, something that reminds me of Heyel's claims so long ago - the eyes never lie. Though hers do not appear the same, there is something swimming within them that reminds me of Siren - an erraticness, perhaps, or some wild, untamed blood. Part of me is curious, almost curious enough to seek the connection out, and yet the other part recoils at the thought of Siren, too uncertain to ever feel properly in power of her. We are bound only through our frustrations at Solaris, after all.

But she is a far wilder creature than Siren. She almost purs, leaning forward daringly close, so close that I feel my skin instinctively recoil, my spine twitching as my lip twitches to reveal the tips of my teeth. Yet, I do not refuse, and I allow her these moments. This woman was not to be underestimated. It would be wise, I think, to bring about good blood between her and Glorall, or even simply her and I. True danger is not often felt in Moladion.

"Iromar to the west," I begin with a twitch of an ear in its direction, "Asteraia to the north," there is more venom in the name of such a place as I speak it, "the strongholds that kept the beasts at bay have fallen." I pause, my eyes drifting to the south. "Diveen to the south, desperate to continue living in the shadow of the Jester King." There is a long silence then. Long and heavy before my eyes trail back to hers. It is the red and black of her fur that links her to Siren. "What do you know of monsters and demons?" Perhaps it is all disjointed, these thoughts of mine, yet I cannot help but feel I will get...somewhere. My mind has been awash in distractions lately, surrounded by those too crooked with goodness to understand they do more harm than good. Even Taviora...if they had been less critical in their gaze towards Iromar, perhaps my daughter would not have been murdered. There's a wrongness in this world but it is not the beasts.