09-19-2013, 03:12 PM
Phoebe falls silent in the wake of those two words. Not because she is too stunned, or too shaken, or she has nothing to say. Her sisters ask the questions she has before she can speak them.
Despite the rush of fondness she feels for them, or disturbance at the thought of wolves as marionettes controlled by the dragon's fire, she, like Keisha, keeps what she can from showing on her face or in her carriage.
Her eyes flick down to Sophia briefly when her fostern sister lays herself down in the dirt, then return to the cub.
"Is that what he did for the alpha of the Beloved Horror? The fire moves him and gives him his unnatural strength?"
Despite the rush of fondness she feels for them, or disturbance at the thought of wolves as marionettes controlled by the dragon's fire, she, like Keisha, keeps what she can from showing on her face or in her carriage.
Her eyes flick down to Sophia briefly when her fostern sister lays herself down in the dirt, then return to the cub.
"Is that what he did for the alpha of the Beloved Horror? The fire moves him and gives him his unnatural strength?"