Twilla was about to shift her gaze again when something caught her attention. It was brief and mixed in under all the hubbub. She turned her entire head to fix her icy blue eyes on the position where she thought she saw movement, but it was nearly impossible to tell in all of the mix. Sentinels were pushing and shoving, arguing, it was hard to focus on any one thing.
The glimmer of movement was lost to the Shadow, but she did not give up scanning the platform for some sign of something out of place. Maybe it was only a trick of the eye, after all, but she can't seem to shake the feeling that it was something to remember.
