Razzmatazz

The plankton had finally begun to fade, the path he had carved across the ice slowly turning calm and colorless again as if he had never disturbed the glass. As he continued to lay their on his back, it brought a smile to his face as he watched. He wondered suddenly if the magic took place when it rained. How lovely would that be, to have the whole lake lit up? His musings were so rampant that he missed the she-wolf's approach entirely, his body stiffening when at last he noticed her. Had her intentions been lethal, it would be too late. He cursed himself for his ignorance. Astley would have never let that happen.

Quickly righting himself, Solaris schooled himself into looking presentable. It was admittedly difficult to do. How did one bounce back from being such a child? He channeled what he had learned from his father when he was still being considered as heir, pulling his shoulders back in indifference. He managed to keep it up as she circled him, standing up as she sat down. The demeanor was so out of character, however, the regal look betrayed by the light in his eyes, that it would do very little to improve his situation. "Uh," he began intelligently, suddenly at a loss for words. Right, he had forgotten how wholly inadequate he was around females that weren't related to him.

Damn.

"Well yes. I've never seen anything so captivating in my life. My homeland cannot boast to such magic despite being similar to this land, and the place I have just traveled from is a desert. Do you know what makes the lakes glow like this?" He thought it must be something from the Gods. He'd seen a lot of strange things in his life, no doubt, but not even Aethelis' Guardians could make the lakes glow. Anyway, that felt like a good start, though the wording left a funny taste in his mouth. Could he sound anymore stuffy and inauthentic? Ugh, Servia was bound to be rolling in her grave over this one. Laughing.

Clearing his throat, he again lifted his gaze to meet the vixen's, finding confidence in her averted gaze. "My name's Solaris Licerius, and I'm really bad at this," he introduced bluntly, a listless sigh breezing through his lips. What was the point of trying to be impressive, at this rate? He'd already killed that elk, and picked it to the marrow.