Quinlan's boots hit the last step.
A shift of movement off to his right caught his attention.
Kaelira stood in the yard in striped pajamas dotted with tiny crossed hammers. The fabric hung loose around her frame, the sleeves pushed up unevenly as if she had yanked them herself. Her hair stuck out in several stubborn strands, proof that she had rolled out of bed and stormed here on instinct alone.
Her face, however, carried none of the cuteness her outfit gave her.
Her jaw locked tight.
Her brow pulled into a hard line.
Her eyes flicked toward Liora with the same nasty glare Quinlan had received from Black Fang mere moments ago.
It would've been intimidating if not for the pajamas.
Quinlan slowed, taking in the contrast. The grumpy scowl. The twitching, long ears. The hammer-print attire, sewn by her team members as a present, hoping she'd sleep more if she had such a pajama. It worked, somewhat; the tomboy elf thought the pajamas looked very cool.
