Andarin: The Mountains: doors inside my head bolted from within {fenrisulfr}

Abra was ready, ere I call'd her name;
And though I call'd another, Abra came.
-- Matthew Prior

Alcatraz had known Fenrisulfr for a long time; he had come to accept her winds as her voice and the strange iciness of her nature as what she was. But never, never once had he wondered of her past.

But now, now he began to piece the shattered shards together.

And now, now he was growing interested.

“Several questions – all I ask is that you answer them with complete honesty.” Nothing would happen should she lie, but Alcatraz would surely be able to detect the lie, no matter how sweetly she played the winds to make it sound like truth. “Do this, and I shall do the same for you.” Providing of course, she’s actually interested in asking him questions.

“One, I have a small army at my disposal.” A cruel smile etched his scarred lips. “Is there anyone you wish us to… visit?” The last word was said with an underhand meaning, obviously implying that if she had any past ghosts, he’d be glad to eviscerate them.

Just say the word, love, and nations would fall at your feet.

Well, configuratively.

I’m sure he had the power somewhere in him harnessed to destroy nations, but.. you get the picture.

“Second, and this may be no secret to others, but why was Severus killed. And by who.”

His reptilian eyes glinted coldly as he looked at her, hoping to glean any sort of expression from her grey face as he asked his last, and perhaps (to him) most important question.

“You loved him?”

And produced a pale white filly, didn’t you?

I AM NOT YOUR AUTUMN MOON, I AM THE NIGHT
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