Fleeting

Rœkia rolled her shoulders lazily forward and back as her magpie companion settled between them. She resisted the urge to giggle at the sensation. It tickled but she didn't want to let that show in front of the new stranger. Grinning she tilted her head to the side as she eyed the man. Did he think himself a god? She chuckled and winked at him. "Well, you might be on to something there." He went on to explain that he was…. she lost the words but managed to grab ahold of 'borzoi'. A 'borzoi'? How interesting, she'd certainly never heard of such a thing but as for a young god?

He introduced himself as Poser and commented lightly on her companion. Rœkia grinned mischievously and fell into character, playing off his words and adding her own. "In a world of gods and demons surely a shapeshifter is no surprise to you? Bear was once a bear but I'm afraid he fell in with a rather…. nasty group of sorcerors and was cursed into a magpie's form. We hope to find a cure soon." Rœkia felt her heart and her spirit lift as the words exited her mouth. She loved spinning characters and stories and it had been awhile since she'd spun anything like this. She found the man very intriguing and while she didn't want to shatter the threads she'd started to weave she did want a glimpse at what made the man tick.

"Pray tell, Poser, what is it that makes you think yourself a god? Surely, you wouldn't be wondering down here with the dregs of mortal society if that were true? Or have you some greater plan for gracing the earth with your steps?"

"Speech"