There seemed to be this naughty amusement in her eyes that delighted Tristan’s smile. At least that’s how Tristan read it.
"Thanks. I will. But, who is your sister? Or you for that matter?"
Kader examined the portrait of defiance that stood before her, taking in her-- and her siblings'-- fine work. This one was rather intriguing. At least as intriguing as a painting could be while still in progress.
"The one to whom I was referring is Moira." The goddess paused, the thought of a grin pulling at her lips. "Kader," she began, simply. "Mernick," she continued, imperiously.















