Isibel stops.

She holds very still.

Endarkened.

But - there have been no Endarkened in the world for two thousand years.

How?

(They were truly immortal, though, weren't they, if one chose not to fight but instead hid -

- but the unicorn -

- but Taint, Darkness -

- but he looks so peaceful -

- but they are masters of deceit -

- but if one wanted to deceive her would he not hide the wings, the horns, the color? -

- but there he is. He doesn't even seem to have heard her approach -

- didn't the Legendary Vestakia look Endarkened herself? Was she not the spirit-child of her human mother? -

- but the Legendary Vestakia was not immortal, and there have been no Endarkened to father any more like her for two thousand years.

Isibel simply has no idea.)

She stands still.

She watches and she waits, for him to do something, for - clues. Perhaps she should turn, run, fetch the rest of the exploratory party and summon them all here, perhaps she should try to think of a way to kill him herself.

But he looks so peaceful, and this is not a disguise he is wearing -

And the unicorn.