Sliver reigned in its thoughts and settled back on the floor, looking around as Pheniox vanished. Damn. What was the matter? Letting a member of the Long Death go, the clan wouldn't forgive easily. But something was there. It couldn't be explained. Sliver reached down and picked up the rose, staring at it in confusion. Such a simple token and here Sliver was, getting all twisted up in various thoughts and emotions. Emotions? A hiss of frustrations escaped from the bug, odd eyes narrowing.
A soft whisper of magic covered the rose, preserving it in time as it was. Sliver stared at the object, deep in thought before rising to weary feet and heading out into the streets. A report must be made, regardless of the unknown thoughts that battled within the Thri'kreen. There was never a question of the report having to be made, but Sliver wondered about the outcome.
Curiosity. That's all it was, Sliver reasoned. Just a simple case of curiosity. That was something the bug experienced often enough wasn't it? Sliver wondered if a chance could be given... Stranger things had happened. Something about the man had struck a note in the soul of Sliver, something saying he could be something more...
One last look was given to the preserved rose still grasped gently in Sliver's hand before the Thri'kreen emptied its mind of thought and prepared to meet with Psycho.
