The fabric of space bent; folding upon itself until the immortal of time was where she was before, but now Lord Thanses' young-adult form was present with them.
He was draped in a completely black robe, enough that he could blend with the night. Fortunately, his cyan hair painted a much-needed contrast, allowing him to be visible.
Noah could no longer sit by this point. The presence of two immortals was way too much pressure. He felt a mixture of unsafe, excited, and just plain irritated. He had planned to rest for the night, after all.
Lord Thanses's gaze remained on his sister, who stepped closer until she was right in front of him.
SMACK!
Noah and Erolia nearly lost their mind when they watched the immortal of time deliver a resounding slap across Thanses' face, leaving even he surprised, but only for a moment.
