Another pair detached themselves from the darkness. These two – two that could not have been more unalike – had a different aura to the rest. Jok could sense it about them. Their position was higher, they commanded respect.
One stood at each of Beam's shoulders, just half a step behind him, respectfully, orderly, instinctually. You would have thought they'd practised it.
A middle-aged man with a dangerous look in his eyes. The second Jok glanced at him, he could feel the evil that dwelled inside, the despicable things that man had done. Immediately, he knew that it was that man behind those earlier snowball attempts, those earlier bits of control that he'd seen amidst the chaos.
Then… a girl, as young as the boy, with hair like a fox, a reddish brown, and a strong look in her eyes. From the bow slung over her shoulder, Jok guessed she was the archer. Competence and position went hand in hand, after all.
