Optics enlighten steed of prescence of both dames . . . was this to be his purpose? Disgruntled snort escaped passage of despondent character, be it so then. For time would carry this personage away from him, a baby-sitter he was not. Malice flooded from pores of catastrophic self, insicors snapping from shadows.

Was there not harmony in solitude?

Serenity in brooding?

Nadir ravaged savage vegetation, causing sparks to fly 'cross brooding figure. Yet something deep within shifted . . . perhaps the thought of a chance? A chance to regain himself? Grunt escaped parched lungs, impossible. Mind wandered towards spawn of he, she was being given a chance . . . perhaps he would have one? Subtle nod was given to both hues . . . the Lady of the Shadow, and Dancer. Both would be given solace for their brooding . . . smirk played o'er ebon lips. This was a place of centuries of torture . . . dare they reside here.