Evening Vespers

The larger male turned to look at him, with eyes the colour of a rolling, endless field. "Yes, to think and to pray. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. My name is Ashiel, who might you be?" he questioned, and the man's voice was a deep baritone, not wholly unlike his fathers. However, Ashiel had a much softer, gentler voice. The brashness of his father was missing from this tone. It was.. pleasant. Deciding he wanted to stick around with this male, he settled himself neatly on his haunches to Ashiel's left, with a little under a foot of space between them. A respectful berth to give a higher ranking member.

"Mephistopheles." the young phoenix replied softly, attempting to mimic the tone that the older male had used. "Are you praying to God? What about?" he questioned next, with only a few beats in between of pause. He still remembered that night out in the rain, watching the thunder and lightning roll across the sky. He'd felt close to God then, and he wanted to feel that again. He wanted to make God proud. Perhaps Ashiel would know how he could achieve that goal.

ooc. short, garbage post. Sorry! I'm trying to get active with Meph, he's been neglected!