Silver bronc liquified from the shadows . . . an act he seemed to replicate often. A shimmering form, suddenly there . . . amongst those of his sheep. For that was what they were to him, but something proved special about this one, for he had detected two presences . . . and but one stood in eye sight. Until the beast looked closer, and it was there among the blue tear drop that he saw the few strands of copper, so the dragon so be he called . . . had found a way to remain amongst them? A noise caught his attention, barely a whisper and he realized with ease that the beast dared talk to the little femme. A smirk yawned across his orbs, careless . . . but none the less devoid of emotion . . .

"You dare to presume, Emblem that I am so weak as that I cannot hear every word that you speak to her? You have much to learn, the both of you. Yes, I already know why you are here, you seek the knowledge. This I may give you, feeling for what you do I have none of. But I warn you to not stray the wrong way against such a current as justice, it could prove . . . disastrous."

The demon quieted as if to think.

"I do not have the patience in such a time as in these lands to teach you, but if you wish to learn, I allow that you may follow . . . and perhaps I shall have time but for a few lessons. But Raven, I dare say what this flame wishes you to play with is quite dangerous . . . for such a life is not easy to come by. But if it is what you, wish alone . . . than I may permit it. Though I daresay you may learn more from my spawn, Characteristics of the Unknown."

The last was bitten off, for he had felt the shift in the land . . . the change in such motion had not been unheard. So she had chosen him, whether or not heedance may be paid to the consequences.