Nyimara is not foolish enough to think that Helios believes wholeheartedly in her abilities. They were never that close after all. Hell, everyone in her life seemed to doubt her abilities from time to time. Matter-of-fact, Asmodeus jumped ship for less had he not? Even Rougaru scoffed at her ideals and plans for the future from time to time. The old bastard had gotten quite lazy in his old age and more than not, the offer enticement of power had been met with slothful indifference. But that does not mean that SHE didn’t believe in herself. Even if the world turned its back on her, the silver-haired witch would overcome and triumph in one way or another.

A single dial twitches at the concern in his voice as Helios quickens his lame gait to keep pace with her. ’...I don’t think a head-on approach is best…’ his cautious words are met with a coy smile. Sleek, mahogany serpentine arches as the woman throws forward her hooves in an expressive prance. Thick alabaster plume swished with each forward thrust of her lithe legs, magnifying the voluptuous curves and sharp contours of her exotic appearance. Long lashes flutter as she fixes her near-black ooids on her copper companion, the smile manifesting into something far more dangerous and provoking than the seductive appearance she strikes.
”Fret not dear Helios….” she coos, her silvery-white tail flicking idly against her hip. ”He might be expecting the sword in your hands…..” she teases, pausing a moment to let the emphasis linger on her words as the Cheshire grin joins, ”But he will never see the dagger hiding at my back.”