Opportunities
The soft sound of music filled the room. It was dark as he lounged in the window, lean body almost curled around the harp in his lap. Dark grey robe clung to his torso, though his fingers were hidden by the lace dripping out of the sleeves. A heart-shaped golden locket rested on his chest.
The music kept his mind off things, off her, off the future. Not that he was going to waste the opportunity that Ishamael's offer of hospitality had provided him. Not at all.
The other Chosen would surely see him as weak without Di'aliz at his side. He knew what they did to the weakest. The only question is, how would they move? There was no blood in the water, and he was not to be trifled with. Others had learned that to their chagrin.
No matter. He would cling to the brink of the cliff till it gave way.
The music kept his mind off things, off her, off the future. Not that he was going to waste the opportunity that Ishamael's offer of hospitality had provided him. Not at all.
The other Chosen would surely see him as weak without Di'aliz at his side. He knew what they did to the weakest. The only question is, how would they move? There was no blood in the water, and he was not to be trifled with. Others had learned that to their chagrin.
No matter. He would cling to the brink of the cliff till it gave way.