where the raven flies, there's jeopardy

A stormy cloud brews over Taion's head after the revelation of Alexandria's past. Perhaps it's thoughts of what could have been - how similarly vicious Taion himself could have been, in another, past, life?

The cloud isn't particularly visible, of course. It doesn't fluff and murder like feathers, and Lanz is a little bit sick and tired of the idea that all he might have to do is watch the Mondo, for their wicked tells, if he's being honest.

No, he can tell from Taion directly. The scrunch of his nose, the unsettling pallor of his cheeks, the absence beyond aloofness.