May 30 2021, 03:16 AM
Obieth watched as Aethril stepped forward, and when the swans hissed she stepped forward too, hissing back. Her innate and immediate ferocity was at once tempered by a vague regret as she noted how many teeth they each had--but in her hesitation Aethril was already pushing forward, and back again, stone in hand. Split-hollow ears twisted toward Aethril as she spoke.
She wasn't sure what she was meant to do with the opal, and so she leaned forward and sniffed it closely.
It smelled like blood. This wasn't very helpful.
Teal eyes shifted back up to Aethril. "If they come alone... and are caught... like this one? They will be easy," she said, and it wasn't arrogance so much as thoughtfulness. She looked out over the bloodied scene, the flattened grass and the hellswans, then back to Aethril. "What was it... doing?" she asked, and flicked her ears. "Before..?"
@Aethril