MINA FELT THE SCOWL written on her face as her lips pulled down and her shoulders lifted. She tried to reform her features into friendly disbelief. She failed. "You don't believe me? Why would I lie?"
Dar's eyes flashed as they worked their way over her face, as if searching for something. "I didn't say that," he said before looking down at his hands. "But you are still an unknown quantity." He glanced back at her. "Sired by a meddler in dark arts. Who you then killed. The only one of us to face a gargoyle and live to tell the tale. You're...unique."
Mina breathed in deeply, her back expanding and shoulders lifting. Dar moved towards her with a sidling, sideways step, perhaps cautious of her mood, causing Seema to hiss at him and leap off her shoulder.
"Now, I hear you've been shirking
