Maybe Sylas should have been surprised to see a Mesmeryx appear before him, especially one whose scales carried the same impossible beauty that had always marked their kind, but he wasn't.
If anything, his expression remained so calm that it almost seemed as though he had been expecting this moment from the beginning. Selythra watched him in return, waiting for some sign of recognition or hostility, only to receive nothing at all.
When Sylas didn't answer her greeting, Selythra tilted her head and continued to observe him, her translucent fins fluttering gently as she remained suspended in the air.
At first there was curiosity in her eyes, then concentration, and finally a growing solemnity as she reached outward with the strange senses of the Mesmeryx and found something she had never expected.
She couldn't find a path to twist the reality around him.
