I've Seen Fire and I've Seen Rain
The young man was content to simply sit and enjoy the view, his mind ambling about with no pressing worries. His eyes traced the veins of marble, lingering where the afternoon sun caught and sparkled in the rock. It reminded him of the way the sunlight shattered across rippling waters. It really was beautiful. But, after a few minutes, his admiration of the scene was interrupted by the hint of an unfamiliar scent in the air. And, seconds after that, the stranger made her presence known.
Alarik turned his head to take her in, brows pulling low over his ochre eyes. Abraxas? What was this woman talking about? He politely pulled himself a few inches away from her and leaned his head to one side quizzically.
"Forgive me ma'am, but I think you have me mistaken for someone else," said Alarik. "I am not of Abraxas blood. My family is Xanilov."
This he said in a polite, yet very matter-of-fact tone. He had always been taught to be proud of the fact that he was a Xanilov. And so, he would not hesitate to inform this woman of the error she had made. But nonetheless, he smiled at her. Alarik was nothing if not a gentleman. "Alarik Xanilov, at your service," he said with a chivalrous little bow and a swish of his tail. "Talk" "You" Think |
