**a ripple. was it? a quiet disturbance in the night's fierce clutch, caused by the plummet of a single silver'd note. and in swift emergence, the darker sides unveil beneath the greened meadow. the siren, morbid weaver of the rich symphony of the cosmos, moves forth in calm aplomb, elegantly statuesque with a lack of effort that seems injust to others. an unwavering gaze is set upon the 'graceful' figure of the newest, and the shattered illusion of a small, sardonic smile is superimposed for a fleeting second over her patrician features**

.a rare one, aye?.

**a rapid but deep-fathoming eye is cast over the unfamiliar form, acquainting herself with the exterior attributes of sahara to be filed quietly away into the vast annals of her mind. noting the sarcasm, a similarly and sardonically amused expression settles lightly over chiseled facial. a light chuckle of dark silk flows into the atmosphere, a noncommittal banner of her presence. i am watching you, sahara, and what i see, i rather like. trust martyr to know you for your worth, eh? but don't think i'm quite so kind to everybody. in these times of sour emotions in my blood, i'm quite surprised by how little i find within you to ridicule and take anger at. shall i say, 'keep up the good work,' or would that be too much condescension in my tone? a bitter laugh rends the obscurity, and with a swift ripple of muted unshods, the lonely soloist moves on**

~siren~