i thought of angels choking on their halos
04-19-2015, 08:46 PM
Lark was unused to running into others in the midst of night. It had sparked his curiosity, and he wouldn't leave until it was sated. The boy's brows would furrow as he inspected the girl that sat by the rapids, wondering what exactly she was doing. Quickly she would clarify that she wasn't talking to herself, and quietly he would snort in response. "Sure," he'd comment softly, not entirely believing her -- but not quite wanting to insult her away so quickly. The prospect of company was in intriguing one, especially when he knew he'd likely not find anyone to join him at such an hour. The talk of something called a priestess of the moon would cause him to quirk a brow in response. That sounded far more crazy than someone talking to themselves. "Um.." he'd begin, moving a few steps closer, his eyes full of curiosity and judgment alike. "Who is that, exactly? I don't see her." As though to prove his point, he'd glance about their surroundings, before letting his gaze settle on her again. |
