The entity roared, thrashing about the mindscape, but Pyris only laughed. "Really? Is this your best tantrum? You're going to have to do better than that."
The voice seethed, its rage manifesting as trembling shadows. {You have no right—}
"Blah, blah, blah," Pyris interrupted, yawning in exaggerated boredom. "You're like a bad movie villain who doesn't know when to give up. How about you go scream in a corner for a while? Let the adults talk."
The presence, thoroughly offended, twisted and hissed but seemed unable to touch Pyris.
He smirked, looking down at Alera with a grin. "See? All bark and no bite." He patted her back, letting his tone soften a bit. "Glad you've got the shadows looking out for you, but they can't do all the heavy lifting."
Alera blinked, and her voice came out in a hesitant whisper. "Pyris... I didn't think you'd—"
