Ashtear viciously crumpled up a note and flung it away from her.

"I should have been there!" she hissed.

"You don't do anger well, little Ashtear." An amused voice came from the tree she sat under. "Not enough focus for it to be of much use."

"No one asked you." the blue eyed snapped up at the tree. Her only answer was a chuckle. "I'm glad to see I still amuse you." she said, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"You and your emotions have always been amusing and nourish this weary soul." came the solmn reply.

Ashtear shuddered. She still didn't know how exactly his 'gift' worked. He was capable of great harm and had done so in the past. But what it was that held him back now...? She wasn't quite sure. Priestess Shalisa Dusksinger knew more on said subject...

"Your impulsive actions got you captured by the Illidari and if weren't for 'that boy' and your brother you would not be here right now. You have only yourself to blame." Darkwing jumped from the tree and landed in the snow next to the young elf who glared up at him.

"That boy? What's wrong with him?"

"He's an insane demon hunter who cannot handle his own power and has an unhealthy interest in you. What is 'not' wrong with him?"

"He's not insane, he's not interested in me and he's my brother's cousin. Don't speak of my family like that!" Ashtear huffed.

"Very well..." Darkwing thoughtfully eyed his young thero'shan with ancient silver eyes. His black hair and dark clothes, contrasted sharply againts the white of his skin and the Winterspring snow.

"What will you do now?" he asked. "Your Keeper has gone missing,has she not?"

"Yes, she had done so by choice," Ashtear tonelessly replied.

"And the Silvereye sentinels?"

Ashtear made the sound of a failed growl and Darkwing chuckled.

"If you do not agree with the way things are going, why not do something about them?" he suggested with glee.

Ashtear eyed him with suspicion. "You are not meddling-"

"That's not what I'm after" he smirked. "Now go find that old bat, I know she should be up to something by now."

"Don't call her that!" Ashtear half whined.

"Just go!" he motioned for Ashtear to leave. She reluctantly called for Kal'mush'a and rode off without saying goodbye.

"Lets see what you can do, little Ashtear." Darkwing whispered before transforming into a stormcrow and flying off.