At Esther's new residence:
As Freya and Lekan danced around each other, waiting for who would take the first step, Freya was analyzing her opponent. She still couldn't understand his scent, she was just sure that it was unsettling, and that it repulsed her.
Freya also knew that she wouldn't move, until Lekan made a move-until he shifted to whatever he was. Yes, she was sure that he was a good shifter, much better than he had relayed to his friends. Yet, to what? What does he shift into?
"Aren't you going to make a move, mage? What's stopping you? Shouldn't you be chanting some gibberish to put me in some kind of cage or something? That would shorten this dance,wouldn't it?" Lekan taunted, his words grating on the nerves of the watchers, yet Freya remained unruffled.
