Her reaction is something that doesn’t quite surprise him - Avelina had met him with as much, though she was far more enraptured while this beautiful stranger seems to be uneasy at the sight of him. She doesn’t turn from him, though, and for that Skandar gives her credit; the fluttering of his skin is rather unsettling to watch, even though his shapes are normally beautiful and vibrant in the end.
“Hm,” he replies thoughtfully as she tears her eyes from him. His own gaze follows, glancing around the meadow with a somewhat bored expression - there was nothing here of interest to him, besides her of course. It doesn’t take long for her to focus her attention back on him, watching him intently as if studying him. “Well, you’re in Beqanna,” he offers her as helpfully as he can with a casual roll of his shoulders. “Not that knowing that will help.” He pauses, tilting his head as the bright orange of his intense eyes flicker over her. “Where were you before - if you’re not from here?” He finds it surprising, as she appears to be a native, that she would be from anywhere else.
Or that there was the possibility of anywhere else. The idea intrigued him.
He wonders if she knows how lucky she is that he is the one who has stumbled across her; a god-like creation, with powers that are near unstoppable.
Or, perhaps, she is most unlucky.
Skandar grins at her question, his otherwise expressionless stature softening just a bit with its presence. “Magic, of course,” he replies with a tiny quirk of his brow, wondering if she truly knows nothing of Beqanna or if she is merely playing the part. “The same magic that brought you here, quite possibly.”
He shifts his weight, debating on whether or not to delve into the extent of his abilities, but deciding that if she has, in fact, come from another place, his natural form alone (as well as how he had come into her vision) was more than enough for the time being. “You can call me Skandar, by the way.”
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