SO OVERDUE

nefarious veins buzzed with self delectation and nothing more, the dishonorable jester nearly bouncing in place. though as accomplished as he felt letting his scintillating spectacles wash over the child's baffled visage, he had to extract some kind of information from this encounter. his tailor-fit suit of silver danced in the teasing moonlight as he stepped back and to the left, allowing the young woman some room. he could sense her patience drawing slim, and having to tear into her taut little figure just wouldn't be as delightful as toying with her.

a taunting scoff fell from insidious lips which pulled his cadaverous maw into near nonexistence, showing only the stained tools of a well-practiced carnivore. "myyyy!" he drew back his carefully chiseled chin, tucking it slightly to the right and toward his sinewy neck. "frigga certainly forgot to grace you, didn't she?" his deviously amiable cast wavered only slightly before he lowered to a nonchalant sit, left leg kicked out. perhaps he was too confident? "nevertheless," no, you could never be too confident. "you seem to hold some l?g here, no matter how silly it seems." an exaggerated exhale slipped from loose jaws before a lacy crown cocked in curiosity and extended toward the lady on an awkwardly lengthy neck. "tell me my dear, you are the head of a st?rmer, yes? a, how you say... group?"



note: frigga is the norse goddess of knowledge and wisdom