When there's not much left to live for

*Hymn* · (This post was last modified: 05-06-2019, 09:26 PM by Hymn.)

Hymn was thourougly delighted to see his humor transform the woman's face with his humor. She responded to his question and he nodded drawing in the information and pleased to see the answer as to why the island smelt so busy without any marked borders was easily discovered. "Hymn Destruction." Hymn said offering his own name in turn.

Her second question gave the man pause and Hymn ran his gaze over the woman again, noting way her frame told of her power. By comparison his own bulk had likely diminished some as he'd aged and while he'd never really slipped out of shape he had never been one to hone his fighting skills. Maybe because his blurry memories of his father told him he was built more in line with him or maybe because of his mothers' pacifists natures. Finally he shook his head chuckling again.

While I won't deny it's probably a skill that could have come in handy during my adventures I've always been more tempted to try and avoid harming anyone... especially myself." He winked at her, throwing in the light humor at the end. "Though I must say now that I am face to face with such an impressive warrioress I can't help but wish I'd been a bit more adventerous in that nature." He didn't change his expression from his easy smile but he was almost surprised how his flirtations once more came back to him, as if by second nature. It had been so long since he'd ever spoke like this with anyone but his wife. Apparently old habits died hard.

— hymn

I gotta whisper
'cause I can't be too loud

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