Rhydian;
I don't lower my sword as I stare at the young woman. Neither does Igma.
She notices this, and instead of looking offended, she laughs softly. Like we've done something to amuse her.
"Good," She breathes as she nods, and my brows furrow.
Good?
"I would've been disappointed if two Alpha heirs wandered into an unfamiliar village without their guard up." She says, and I blink.
The words catch me off guard… She isn't mocking our caution. She's praising it. Now, whether it's genuine or not is another question.
She turns gracefully, her dark curls swaying behind her cloak.
"Come." She says rather causally as she turns around, but I stay rooted to the spot. Neither Igma nor I moves.
I glance toward the tree line and see that the creatures are still exactly where they were earlier. Watching…Waiting.
The woman looks over her shoulder, and I look back at her.
"…Well?" She calls, and silence stretches between us.
