"I object," Syryn raised his hand.
The avians had a collective moment of dumbfounded shock. Was the boy an idiot?
Of all the people they'd expected an objection from, it wasn't him. Utsui balled his fists and breathed out audibly. How much stress was Syryn going to cause him in a day?
Altaire and Syryn faced each other. Syryn would not deny that there was an attractive majesty in the straight lines of Altaire's open posture. He was at the top of the food chain and it showed in the way he occupied the space around him. The elegant black and gold edged robe on his wide shoulders amplified Altaire's presence of power. The mysterious looking man didn't appear cocky or arrogant - it was that Altaire simply didn't care for who was in charge.
