Her ears gave an idle flick at his answer, but for now, she chose not to press any further. Answers would come in time, but today, it was best to let things lie in their shallow graves. But she could not help but ponder what exactly this wolf took that could be of such high price, especially to her grandfather, and it was clear on her face that although she did not respond, she did carefully consider his choice of words. He was not oblivious to her adroit nature, that much was clear, and admittedly she was a bit embittered that he had figured her out so quickly. Perhaps it was simply because this sort of proficiency ran through their bloodline like a virus, poking and prodding at each of them in different ways. She wondered, vaguely, if Eden had not been her grandfather, would they be having this conversation at all?
Adonai looked towards him as he spoke again, and his grin pleased her, in a way that she could not place. She sought, as most did, to make an impression on him. Perhaps it was a good thing to know that one was not so easily forgettable.
Perhaps secrets were lies, simply by omission. If one kept a secret from someone who deserved to know it, was it any different than lying to their face? Eden had given her much to think about, though she wondered if it were out of generosity or if he had some ulterior motives at play. He was, at the best of times, virtually unreadable-- and his actions and words could be directly contradictory, perhaps meant to confuse, if one was not careful. In some ways, Adonai hoped to be like him. In others, she hoped to never become him. She glanced past him, in the direction of the sea, through the bordering forests and over the dunes. It waited, and listened.
