Under socialized? Aivar shot Nutuyikruk a sharp, questioning look. Had he caght those whispered words right? He wasn't afraid of this so-called prince. Prince of rogues was more like it, Aivar thought, but he held his tongue.
He growled quietly, a mutinous expression in his fiery eyes as his gaze settled on the boy. Slowly, he looked away to the black waters as a fork of lightning reflected across its wind roughened surface.
“Prince of storms,” Aivar answered into the wind as thunder growled above them. The ground shuddered. What did it matter anymore?
He growled quietly, a mutinous expression in his fiery eyes as his gaze settled on the boy. Slowly, he looked away to the black waters as a fork of lightning reflected across its wind roughened surface.
“Prince of storms,” Aivar answered into the wind as thunder growled above them. The ground shuddered. What did it matter anymore?
