Mithril's ears flicked back in irrtation.
"Well aren't you the little know-it-all?" she muttered, too queitly for Illusion to hear. She flicked her tail, the tips of the silvery hairs grazing Illusion's side. She stepped to the side, away from him, and snatched up a mouthful of grass, carfeully watching him out of the corner of her eye.


















