<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Arctic Fox stood, laying a hand on her sister's shoulder when the Maestro stopped his tale for a breath. Her words, probably the same her sister would have said without the accusation her sister would have said it in, "You have another point of view for the story? One where we are not the demons of the First Age?" Her hope dripped from the words, a whisper in the wind that she was not to grow to be something worth destroying. "Maestro, tell me, tell me this other point of view."