well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning
oh, these spears and chains of flames around my neck are tightening
His eyes flared dangerously as he watched her navigate through the complicated paths of her own mind, as he watched her come to her own conclusions. He remained still, strange eyes flashing in thought, giving her that space she needed to make her final decision. When she shifted back, body transforming into that small gray mare he saw when he had first arrived, he knew what she had decided upon, and he felt his chest tighten with anticipation. He just nodded as she stepped forward, not moving from where he stood. “I will be careful,” he growled, beckoning her forward. “Come here, Reagan.”
But it wasn’t to be—
Not now at least.
His sharp eyes shifted as the purple-spotted stallion approached, and a growl built low and deep in his throat, a frustration at the interruption. He had never been more furious at his lack of ability, at an internal beast that roared in his chest but could not be manifested. So he stood still, growling low but refusing to move, meeting and holding the other’s gaze evenly as realization began to dawn in his mind.
So this is the ‘we’ she had let it slip, the casual word that she had corrected. Was this all the husband she had spoken of? He had suspected that she was the magician, suspected that there was more to her and her story than met the eye, and the longer he stood there, observing the exchange, the more his suspicions began to cement. He didn’t interrupt though; he didn’t bother to interject himself between the two.
Instead he stood to the side, frustration clear in the heavy lines of his body, in the sharpness of his eyes. It was only when Ruan had said his piece that he turned to look toward the mare, a frown building between his brows, waiting to see how she would react, how she would handle the turning of the tides.
Aleksandr