Saint, Sinner, Siren
01-01-2018, 03:51 PM
In response to her words he grinned, but said nothing further. The woman was feisty to say the least. She spoke with a certain rudely whimsical air that led him to believe she raced through life as if her tail were on fire; happily setting fires as she went about her day. Not unlike various members of his family. When the woman introduced herself Angelus had to fight to keep his browspots in check lest they shoot up into his ears and give his surprise away. Of course it made sense, didn't it? How many families of brilliantly colored wolves could there possibly be in these parts? Sooner or later he was bound to run into relatives. Still, his surprise was visceral. Perhaps it had to do with the woman who immediately jumped to the forefront of his mind. His siren. Artemis. He recovered smoothly; his expression shifting seamlessly into one of amusement. She had made a joke; his expression made sense. Angel was confident he could play his reaction off as a simple reaction to her good humor. It wasn't that he had a problem with explaining his familiarity with a relative of hers, rather, he was unwilling to explain the depth of his familiarity and afraid his reaction might give him away before he was ready to speak on the subject. "Something tells me you've earned it. Might be time to make it official. Iskra Trouble Aeris." He paused as if testing the mettle of her name before smiling wryly and parroting a comment she'd just made. "Seems fitting." Ah, so it was time to be serious. Angelus' amused expression faded after she asked him why he was there. "It's funny you should ask," he said ruefully. "I'm tempted to say I don't know, but even while I was thinking about that answer it struck me as false." Angel hesitated and then asked, "You wouldn't happen to know anyone named Artemis Aeris, would you?" |
