"Does someone want to tell me what is going on?" asked Ba'dqeel, crossing one leg over the other as he stared directly at Pure. "After all, it is my ship. I think I should be informed when someone else takes it over."
The five males were currently sitting in the audience room. Pure and Ma'stbaut sat on a couch on one side of the small table while He'dtaalh and Zua'the sat on a couch on the other. Ba'dqeel sat at the head in a single chair that was just big enough to accommodate his size.
"Honestly?" asked Pure, leaning back in his seat, portraying an air of confidence. It seemed, now more than ever, that there was a dividing line between the mates of who was Nycteromyian and who was… other. "Not really," he continued with a smile.
