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Perhaps she can be described as headstrong, or admirably stubborn. However, others may say she’s more than a little obstinate. In the four years since she’d been turned shadow-graced and saved from the very brink of death, her social circle has closed significantly, but in regards to Altan, to outsiders she practically seems disrespectful. But he knows as well as she does that the only reason why the expression on her features exists is because she’s concerned. There’s another vampire dead and Altan isn’t exactly everyone’s favourite vampire.
“What’s happening?” Feray’s at the other side of his desk, hands dirty from forging new jewelry but fingers glimmering with new creations. Her tone is tight, mouth turned downwards in a note of seriousness that’s not entirely unlike her, but a look she nowadays only gives the inanimate wax she uses for carving out whatever new design she’s testing out. Not a look given to him. At least, not so far this week. “I know you keep your ear to the ground, so you have to know something. Or am I allowed to go snoop for information myself?” Her hands palms are itching, hating the new uncertainty that’s suddenly washed over most beings in the city. Will he let her sneak around? If she tells him that she knows she can weasel her way into werewolves’ typical haunts, is she straying too far from using her new life for the better or is she helping?
Devoted to him, irrevocably tied to him she may be, but at what cost to them both when this unknown danger feels more like a cage than the workshop she’s so happily settled herself into?