“So, are you going to just sit here and play that sorry instrument until the day you die?”
Satis was startled when Nefarion suddenly appeared in front of her. She was engrossed in playing the xirhuna while waiting for the God of Fire to appear again and didn’t notice him in time.
Nefarion’s wings beat the air gently as he hovered at the window where she was seated. The guards knew him through his armband where his house emblem screamed his identity, so he was free to come near the Tacaritra residence and talk with Satis.
Satis put the instrument away, furling her ugly wings as much as she could as if she could hide them from Nefarion’s probing gaze at the moment. He crossed his arms on his chest and narrowed his eyes.
“What? No harsh retort from you? Where’s the Obnoxious Satis now?”
