It reminded Beth of some sort of dinosaur, a pterodactyl maybe. Its leathery skin was a deep pink; its long beak housed teeth so sharp they seemed to slice at the air; its eyes were a bottomless abyss of blackness. It looked completely vicious, though when it landed it shuffled forward and rubbed against Storm like a housecat.
Storm said something to it that Beth didn’t understand. It clearly wasn’t Tan’ganta. The sounds were too soft to be the Dimension tongue. It squawked in response and flew up a few feet in the air. Beth then realised it was holding some sort of package in the grip of its feet, which looked like the feet of a chameleon.
Storm grinned and took the package from it before touching the creature’s forehead. It squawked again and flew off.
He caught Beth looking and smirked at her. She blushed; she’d already been caught staring at him at breakfast...
He started to walk over, still smirking.
“You’ve managed to tame Thail? Congratulations,” he said.
“Don’t be sarcastic, no matter how much it fits you,” Beth retorted.
He grinned. “Why, thank you.”
“Is this what you meant by ‘watching’?” she asked, referring to the final sentence he’d spoken to her at breakfast.
She rolled her eyes at him and went back to cleaning Thail. The Sarmiine watched Storm warily, as did Lucius.
Lucius pulled his pocket watch out and looked at it with a sigh.
“I need to go. I’ll see you later, Beth,” he said.
As he left, she saw the look he gave Storm, which was one of those murderous ‘stay away’ looks. Beth wasn’t sure what it was for.
“What’s in the package?” she asked Storm curiously, glancing up at him briefly.
“My latest dose,” he said nonchalantly.
“Is there no one to miss you once that stuff kills you?” she asked him, looking up to meet his eyes.
“No, there isn’t. The worst thing that will be left in my wake is a position as a guard to fill.”
She stared at him in surprise. Does he really have no one? she thought.
He shrugged as if in response to her unspoken question.