As Rade steps free of the shadows Skylar levels him with a heavy stare. Her amber eyes hold nothing for him to read; left indifferent as she calculates each step he takes closer. Each stride he takes that brings him closer is so controlled, so deliberate, so dangerous that it nearly sends a chill down her spine. The fox she had so readily aligned him with earlier is soon forgotten as a slimy feeling much like a snake is left upon her skin from his own gaze.


“Uncle” she says, her silken tones terse with the sarcasm the word holds for him. Though they shared blood Skylar had not seen the pale stallion as family. Slowly a smile creeps across her ebony lips from his words as if she finds humor in his warning of her impending disapproval. The only concern she should- and did have- was of the man standing before her and all the rest were simply afterthoughts.


“Do you hope to instill fear in me with the haunting threat of the other men’s approval? I only see one I must have and since it was you that beckoned me here it appears I already have said approval.” Skylar said in a dismissive tone and would have even turned her gaze away to further the point of her words should she not have met his so fiercely. The mare felt as if she was staring down a predator and if she looked away it would give the opportunity for the creature to pounce as she was not yet ready to feel the sharpness of his teeth or claws upon her flesh just yet.


“But this meeting is not a family reunion.” She said, not wanting to stay here and play a game of minds with him. “What deal is it that you have to offer me?”