08-24-2015, 11:14 PM
Kushiel watches the little girl and wonders if its him that is causing her discomfort, or if it is even discomfort. She seems surprised, but something else as well. Nervous? Worried? He can’t be sure. He doesn’t know if it is her silver eyes that make her seem haunted. His smile becomes more sincere, more gentle, though it had never been contrived. A little strangeness is not something he has ever shied away from.
He knows a thing or two about strange, and he knows a thing or two about demons. He has a few of his own, though they are all of his making.
His fire crackles down his neck, popping and snapping as if it senses a kindred spirit in the girl. Perhaps it has, though for her sake he hopes that is not the case. Better to be simple and carefree. Those with depths to plumb rarely surface for air.
“Mothers?” He asks her before he can check his surprise. He has heard stories of such things, children born from two mares or two stallions. But perhaps he is being fantastical, and her story is more simple, she could be adopted. Not wanting to offend her, thereby causing her to run back to those mothers, Kushiel recovers quickly.
“Poor little woman.” He says kindly.
“I only had one ma, and I still didn’t get away with a thing. You must be beset.” Granted, his mother was a mind reader, but he was still willing to bet two mothers could give her a run for her money.
She continued, and Kushiel felt the sense of otherness deepening. He doesn’t mind her, no, he gets a good feeling from the child, and Kushiel trusted his gut. He would, however, be very curious to meet these mothers of hers.
Or perhaps not. What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat? Still, Kushiel is not a cat, and he is curious.
“Are they here now?” She had said they were everywhere, but surely even two mothers couldn’t be everywhere, though she understands how she might feel that way.
“I’d like to meet them.” He grins at her.
“Especially if they’re as pretty as you.” He had known he was a shameless flirt, but he hadn’t realized it had become so ingrained. What that inappropriate? Asking a child to meet her pretty mothers? Kushiel winced, well he never said he was good with kids, just that he liked them.
She creeps a little closer to him and very slowly Kushiel drops his head down to her height. When she’s close enough he puffs air into her nose, hoping to entice a smile from the serious child.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vaermina. Truly, you saved me from having to spend a whole day with only myself to talk to.” Another joke, another grin, another attempt at a laugh.
Kushiel
some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall