The Light emitting from the mysterious shard twinkle in the Hunteressβ eyes. She takes this moment to meditate on the information.Β
βHiding yourself behind a powerful entity allowed you to be closer to the Traveler. How indulging.β
She briefly looked at the crown made of thorns nesting on his head then back to Veradis. Certainly, there is an eerie essence of chitin exuding from the βWarlockβ, so she takes a step back β retaining her poise.Β
βIt defines elegance. Though why hide it behind a mask?β
βNor does it exist for me my dearβ¦ you see my crown of thorns, I wear happily.β
Veradis says, his body being awoken but the scent of a hive certainly was thereβ¦ however he was pure, krillβ¦
βIs that so?βΒ
The Awoken placed a fingertip on her chin, having amusement dance in her eyes.Β
βThe word βfearβ doesnβt exist in my books.β
She shouldnβt look too deep, she may find said secrets gazing back upon her to reveal her ownβ¦
In saying that, he doesnβt mind people taking a glimpseβ¦ he knows who he is and he wears his crown of thorns proudly.