⟬ Three suns later... ⟭
The Jade Rabbit anchored near the shore of a dismal, grey-clouded beach, its sands dotted by flecks of obsidian.
Tycondrius had the 'pleasure' of being rowed ashore by one of High-Captain Ho Byul's Martialists.
She refused to look him in the eyes, much less speak with him. She and her Jade Arrow sisters treated him just as coldly.
Tycon had encountered over a dozen Martialists prior to meeting Byul. Those young women were cowed by the threat of his ocular ability, ⌈Vexing Gaze.⌋
As for the others, including his latest companion... he had heard their whisperings.
That morning, Tycon was witnessed exiting their Sect Master's private quarters. Word passed quickly amongst the crew, as scandalous speculation tends to do.
Byul had expressed her frustration with the discovery. She wished for her crew's image of her to remain... pure. She was the dignified leader of a sect, after all.
