Winter 10th, AV 507
Asara scowled as she clung to the wall, the hooks on her thin fingers offering her purchase on a surface any of those Dra- could not follow her up. Her pale silver eyes were luminous in the dim light, her bared fangs were extended to their full length, and her chest rose and fell with quick, agitated breaths.
They had no reason to mock me because of my size. Half of them are barely better off than I am! I wish they'd all fall and crush themselves below the city. It'd serve their mother's right for diluting the proud blood of our species.
The hateful thought lingered in Asara's mind as she slowly crept her way further up the cave wall, finding a nice secluded alcove in the glittering ceiling and perching up there, looking for all intents and purposes like a large white spider holding still on its web.
A fleeting headache, a soft whisper of kindness, and Asara felt herself settling down, losing her anger. The calming voice, although meek and quite pathetic a lot of the time, was actually a great help. Like an imaginary friend, like an only friend, the voice was always welcome. It was reasonable, sweet, and gentle. Filled with childish innocence, and stupidity, it was a beloved companion.
Gazing down, Asara's pale gold eyes set upon another form entering her safe haven below. She only hoped it wasn't one of the half breeds of Symenestra mothers.