March 31, 2012 4:15:43 PM EDT
She puts a paw on his bow, lowering it. "You'll see." She mutters. Stepping into the room, she snaps her fingers once more, the torches catching fire, but blue this time.
"Ah, there you are, Trich!" The male voice rumbled rather pleasantly.
"I told you that name is reserved for those that I know." She growled, tightening her grip around the hilt. The man at the table stands, his thin figure nearly towering over her. "What do you want now?" She asked.
"Oh come now. Is that any way to talk to your brother?" He asked.
"Brother? Hardly. I have disowned you since you have tried to kill me." She growled, her pupils narrowing to slits, showing more of her white irises.