That ain't dancing, Sally
01-01-2018, 04:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2018, 04:42 PM by Malleus.)
The fire spirit was quick to defend him from himself. Her words were kind, but they didn't change his mind. He was ridiculous; this situation was ridiculous; there was no getting around that. But it was okay. Malleus was perfectly content to be silly this time. How many opportunities had he had in his lifetime? Only one incident recently; he thought back to his time on the beach with his cousins. It was likely that that day was the only one of its kind since his childhood. As far back as he could remember there hadn't ever been time for trivial, silly things. In response to her question he nodded warmly. "It is. Although," he said tentatively, fearing he might blow his chances with this spirit but nonetheless pressing on, "Perhaps not as fun as watching the embodiment of fire dance." She asked him his name and he gave it almost without thought, so proud was he of his family name. It was almost a knee jerk reaction. "Malleus Abraxas." Their mission was to spread their name; to fling it as far as the east was from the west. He'd been brought up on the idea; raised on the undeniable superiority of his blood. Conversation, as small a thing as it was, was still a step towards their goal. Not forgetting for a moment while he was in the field in the first place, Malleus resumed his careful stepping in the direction of the boneset. "May I ask you your name, Lady Fire?" |