[ Bloodfang territories - Velor's castle ]
Niva sat curled into Velor's oversized chair, her bare feet tucked beneath her as she slowly spun in a lazy circle.
A pen rested between her fingers…she had clearly been chewing the back, probably absentminded.
A clean sheet of paper lay in front of her on the desk.
Velor's room was too quiet.
The kind of quiet that hummed beneath your skin.
She twirled around again.
Once.
Twice.
And then let herself stop.
Her teeth had left behind quite prominent impressions on the pen and her finger nails marked the blank paper with random crescent patterns.
Her thoughts were definitely not in that room.
Not even in the present. They were drifting, unspooling, circling like a vulture around something buried deep.
A memory crawled behind her mind…
She had been what…just a teenager? She had just finished celebrating her coming of age…
