Anastasia was napping when the voice filters in her head. It was loud—too loud—and she snaps quickly upward, snarling like a rabid dog around her. For several moments, she bites at the air and uses her portals to travel in a manic pattern around the immediate area, hunting for whatever had yelled in her mind.
It was only when she misjudges the distance of a portal that she ends up near the meeting, and she looks distinctly startled, her yellow eyes going wide before they instantly narrow, her ears pulling back as she exposes her teeth. “Not nice,” she snarls, acid bubbling at the sides of her mouth. “Ana-sta-sia does not like mind-voice.” Despite the fact that she had been raised by an ex-King and lived her entire life within the Chamber, the unspoken expectations of behavior were completely lost on her.
“Next time, Ana-sta-sia eats who-ever…” her voice trails off as she looks for the word, “goes ‘ahh’ in her mind.” But then she falls silent, her mood swinging from furious to grumpy in one fell swoop as she sees Rhonan near the gathering. She huffs loudly and stalks over toward him, ignoring Rhynn for now. Not graciously, she listens as Gallows speaks, unsure of why she was able to call and order them around.
But, the mare states that the wall will be going down, and Anastasia softens at the idea. She wants nothing more than the flames to leave. “Wall bad,” she confirms with a nod, looking around briefly before deciding she did not care if someone agrees with her. “Wall should go.” When the conversation veers toward allies, she is momentarily lost—unsure of the complexities of the relationships—but she knows the Chamber, and she feels safe in that. “Cha-mber is good hunt-ing part-ner.” Her mind goes to her childhood in the mountains, her panther-father teaching the proper way to kill.
“They good.”
like the moon, we borrow our light
{I am nothing but a shadow in the night}