Desreal: how's life goin' here? ; THE NIGHTMARE

It was unusual of Hypatia to venture out and away from the confines of her desert home. The desert was where she belonged, but at this point of time, with Andarin and their six Shadows, and Hypatia’s Silvers disappearing like cake at a birthday party, she needs help. Pride is something that she has – in much too large a quality. Fenrisulfr, however, seems to have no problem cavorting with those in Desrael for her own little purposes.

And it’s Hypatia’s turn.

“Do you like being tied around her finger?”

Hypatia’s fire spreads around her, radiating towards Kurai, the Nightmare, as she approaches. She’s seen his face in Cyan’s memories and heard his name in many minds, but this meeting intrigues her. Kail slinks by her side, and for a moment, they look glorious. Her head is held high, but not a dominating high, an equal high to Kurai’s. Her eyes are warm and lock with the dragons. His mind is a curious thing and her fingertips brush silently along it.

“I know she didn’t give you sex.” Everyone knows that after Severus, most have to swear it off. “Do you like causing anarchy, doing what you please?” She’s trying to pinch a nerve. She’s never done this before, a seducing virgin, but she hopes she isn’t trying too hard. “Or do you like Fenrisulf telling you when you’ve done a good job?”

And then she sees exactly why he has so decidedly chosen Andarin.

“Ah, you hate my Commander.” The conversation, she cannot see in full, but the message is clear in his eyes and his past. “Saphira, I agree with. She must be taken down. Fenrisulf, even without The Innocence, I think still believes that.” She isn’t sure of course, but the Wind seems set on it when coming from the Wolves mouth. “And so if Baraqel no longer ‘controlled’ my army, per se, would you still hate Ni’Srilan as much?”

She twists and turns in his mind and follows the shape of his dragon-form. It is a rather lovely thing, and she wonders what it looks like. Of course, her face is impassive, though open, and her body is casually leaning with Kail at her side. Fire and Water mix on her legs and neck, but she is not threatening, not demeaning.

“If you disapprove of all but one of the Kingdoms, why are you here and not in Andarin?”

Oh scholars and their questions!

"What can I give you?"