“ giving orders now? ” she replied flatly, looking rather bored in her vanity's reflection. had it come from any other of the moons, daki would have sneered / spit at their feet. they took direction from one and only one: their master, their king. but the demoness tolerated akaza enough, and gyutaro had regarded him as highly as he could... so she supposed, if she had to consider it at all. “ and next time, try not address my brother in such a manner. you may do so once he's revealed himself, and if. ” she tried not to snarl. speaking to him as if they weren't individuals⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ each with their own strength, their own part to play; however intertwinted: sometimes she hated being so cursed, eternally chained.