Lenore’s ruby scales glinted in her light as she gazed at Erebus, a little flame sparking deep inside her at his speech. “I don’t know,” she murmured, two of her tails tapping the earth. “I suppose that’s what I have to figure out, don’t you?” She took a look at him. “And just who, Erebus of Nightingale, are you?” she wondered, chancing a forward step. A soft, tiny smile curled her mouth. “Did you ever trouble yourself with thoughts of your lineage, oh wise one?” she teased him lightheartedly.

“In the night, the stormy night.”