Third Person POV
Igniculus had been called forth by Terrestris.
As soon as she took over Violet’s vessel, Igniculus’ eyes were drawn down to Aquarum who was now staring up at her with that deep blue gaze. “Aires has not awoken,” he stated matter-of-factly. “She’s run off.”
“To do what?” Igniculus wondered, glancing back toward Terrestris.
“To report back to her superiors,” Aquarum said, straightening from where he’d been crouched. “She’s an informant.”
“Her only superiors are the God’s who created her,” Igniculus muttered, turning to frown at Terrestris who hadn’t so much as budged from his position at her side. Silent, brooding—that was the way of Terrestris. Where Aquarum was fluid, even submissive by nature, Terrestris was harsh, a creature of rigor, a pilla
